4 comments/ 126837 views/ 59 favorites Filthy Rich Ch. 01 By: Dmnoid Warning, the following scene contains elements that some readers may find distasteful. This includes: non-consensual intercourse, humiliation, anal, pain, force, and scat. * It all still seemed so unreal, yet the sinking pit of dread in my stomach told me otherwise. Last night, I had let my boyfriend talk me into doing something really stupid. We had plans to go out, to do some partying. His car is nice enough, a new Camaro, but he had been bugging me to let him drive something with more speed and power. I should have said no, but I let him talk me into taking Daddy's Mercedes SLR. Of all the cars Daddy owns, it's his favorite, and one of the most expensive. At any rate, last night, coming home drunk, Kyle lost control of it and we got into a nasty accident. Kyle's still in the hospital, but the doctors say he'll be fine. I know it sounds cliché, but I walked away unhurt. The lady we hit though, she's in bad shape. She's in intensive care, and they doctors don't know if she'll come out of the coma. Daddy knows about the accident of course. I called him right after it happened. I don't think I've ever heard him so mad in my life. There's going to be hell to pay for this. His car is totaled of course. It's a half a million dollar car. We didn't have permission to take the car. The cops are already threatening felony charges too. This isn't supposed to happen to a girl like me. The butler picked me up at the scene, and brought me home. I'm was standing here, drinking water, and letting the cool spring air flow over me, trying to flush the hangover away. It's not too bad of a hangover, but I still feel like shit. I stared out over the back lawns, and down at the stables. Everything looked so perfect here. It always did. But perfect was as far as things could be right now. Daddy was flying in today, and I didn't know what he was going to do to me. I don't drink that much, not like some of my friends, and hardly ever do drugs. But still, I was worried that he was going to over react and send me to rehab or something. As long as he didn't disown me, I'd be alright. I wouldn't even know what to do with myself if that happened. But he couldn't be that mad... could he? I took another drink, and leaned against the impressive stone railing, looking down at everything. The simple white dress fluttered sporadically around my legs in the breeze. I could smell the first flowers of spring already blooming. Daddy would be here in an hour or two, and I'm as ready as I can be, given the headache and stomach flutters. I chose to present myself simply, humbly. I wasn't wearing any makeup or perfume. Just the simple white dress, white strappy pumps, and white hose that came all the way up. I've always been a daddy's girl, and he liked me in hose. I tried to stifle the tears when they threatened again. It had all gone so wrong, all in just an instant. I kept hoping to wake up, and to find out that this has just been a bad dream. "There you are." I heard the angry voice from behind me. I blinked a couple of times. It was my Uncle Jim. I didn't even know he was here. He was Daddy's little brother. I quickly brushed my eyes with my fingertips, trying to shed any lingering tears ready to fall, and turned to face him. The black sheep of the family, he was dressed in a leather biker's jacket, tee shirt, jeans, and boots. His dark hair, sculpted features, and strong jaw made him instantly handsome, like a young Charlie Sheen, before he'd gone crazy. His dark eyes smoldered, and stabbed straight into mine as he walked forward. "Uncle Jim... I didn't know you were here..." "Shut up! You really fucked this time!" My stomach clenched and went hallow as he started. "Little. Perfect. Blonde-princess. Little rich bitch. Thinks she can do anything. Thinks she can get away with murder. You really screwed the pooch, Becca." My eyes went wide as he continued walking forward, taking his thick leather belt off. "What're you doin...?" He savagely grabbed me, spun me around, and thrust me against the rail. "Punishing you. Your dad sent me. He said, 'Teach her a lesson. Hurt her. Put her in place, and if she even tries to resist, she's fucking disowned.' So stick your ass out. I'm gonna give it to you so bad, you won't ever forget." I instinctively started to cry out, to tell him he couldn't do that to me, but the threat of being cut off from the family fortune strangled out the cry. I blinked tears down my cheeks, and did like he said, and stuck my ass out. He ran a thick, strong hand up my thigh, his fingertips intimately along my inner thigh. As he ran his hand up, his fingertips grazed against my sex and ass. I gasped. This wasn't right. How dare he? But I kept my mouth shut. Maybe it was an accident. Then, as his hand ran across my ass, he lifted my skirt. He raised it up, folded it up against my back. I felt the breeze against the bare skin between the tops of my hose, and my panties. I felt vulnerable and exposed. I looked out across the lawns, and my eyes met a Mexican gardeners', and seemed to silently implore him for help. He stared back salaciously, hungry to see more of me. I made a mental note to find out his name, so I could tell Daddy to fire him. I wanted to pull my skirt back down, to run away, or to just turn and face Uncle Jim. My heart pounded with panic, confusion, fear, shame, and anger. He was looking at my firm, perky little ass. I'd felt how his hand touched me. How his hand was still touching me, cradling my ass like a lover's would. I wanted to scream. I stood there, silently, and started to shake. And I could feel my little, betraying pussy getting wet. What the fuck was wrong with me? His large, warm hand then departed, and I almost mourned for its departure. I felt disgust with myself, that I could have such an improper reaction to him touching me like that. He was handsome, but he was a relative. He looked like my dad would if he was just a few years younger, and had dark hair instead of the blonde, like I had. I wanted to glance back to see what he was doing. I could hardly bare to admit that there was some part of me that wished that he'd pulled my panties down. And with that conscious thought, I felt my clit start to grow. The first blow caught me entirely off guard, and I screamed out, loud. The crack of the leather against my ass sounded out like a gunshot. I trembled, and my knees threatened to buckle as I screamed and clawed the stone with my manicured fingernail. Finally, I was able to get myself somewhat under control. In a swirl of perfect blonde hair, I spun my head around to see my uncle raising the belt again. My whimper at seeing it blended an instant later with my next scream as the heavy belt cracked against me. He wasn't holding anything back, and my squeals echoed off the main house, and across the yards. He yelled something at me, but my head was so full of my own voice, and searing pain, that I didn't understand him at first. I finally understood though, and I turned back around, facing out toward the lawn as he continued to whip me. One searing band of pain blended with the next as the belt made cracking noises against my ass and thighs. I squirmed and thrashed with each blow, crying all through it. I can't say how long he whipped me, or how many times he hit me. It seemed to last forever. Each second lasted minutes or hours. Finally, when I was hoarse, he relented. I heard him putting his belt back on. I throbbed all over, and worst, were the places where the belt had hit the same place over and over. I could feel little stripes and strips of welts already rising. I wasn't going to be able to sit right for a long time. Thank God it was over, I thought to myself. I could see a fuzzy brown figure out on the lawn, staring up at me. I thought it was that Mexican. I tried to blink and wipe the tears away as quickly as possible. I wanted to know if it was that same little turd of a man still watching me. I was gonna ruin him if it was, the little fucker. I managed to clear my eyes enough to confirm it was him, and swore to destroy him. I swear, the man was just leering up at me, with an erection I could see from here, tenting his chinos out in front of him. I realized that my panties were drenched, and my legs were wet all the way down to my pumps. It dawned on me that I must have wet myself during the beating. Just then a large hand violently grabbed me by the hair, and yanked me away from the rail. I was too exhausted to scream out as the hand yanked me down to my knees. Just a whimpering little noise came out of my wide open mouth as I landed on my knees. A cock was suddenly thrust into my mouth. I made a little strangled noise, as the cock thrust in and out of my mouth. I was so confused. What was happening? Who....? Uncle Jim grinned evilly above me, shoving his cock into my mouth. I... couldn't believe it. Yet, I was too tired to fight. I let him do it. His musky smell filled my nostrils, and I could taste his precum. His cock was long, and a bit on the narrow side. Probably too long to fit all inside of me, but the thickness would be a nice fit. As he continued thrusting, I wondered what it would feel like to have him inside of me. I... I couldn't believe I was actually wondering that. Oh God, what kind of a slut was I? "Get up, bitch." He said, as he pulled my hair. I stood quickly, holding his wrists as I did so. He pushed me back against the rail. I grabbed it, and stuck my ass out for him, like I had when he was spanking me. "Yeah, that's it, that's a good girl," he chuckled. His hands pulled my panties down a few inches, and my breath caught in my throat from the searing pain of my beaten ass. Then I felt his wet cock nuzzling against my pussy lips. I took a sharp breath, releasing it instantly, that he wasn't going to finger me first or anything. Whether I was ready or not, he was going to stick that hard cock right up into me. He jammed it into me hard, with one thrust. I squealed, and felt my pussy spasm around him tightly. He was bigger then I'd thought or I wasn't wet enough. Either way, I grunted in pain, and clenched the stone tightly. He pistoned into me fast and hard. I couldn't say what hurt more -- my cunt as he battered it, or my beaten as that he slammed against with every thrust. Mercifully, it only lasted for a few seconds. As he pulled out, he grabbed my hair again. He pulled me back to my knees, pulling my face toward his cock. I didn't fight. I opened my mouth wide, and took him right in. He tasted like piss and pussy. He jammed his cock deep into my mouth, too deep, and gagged me, threatening to make me throw up on his cock. Then he pulled mostly out, and thrust into me again. Over and over, he shoved his hard cock deep into my mouth. I barely kept from retching with each thrust as he abused me, and if he hadn't stopped when he had, I probably wouldn't have been able to keep from it. His cock was glistening wet, and dripped with long tendrils of slimy slobber as he pulled away, saying only, "Up." I got back to my feet quickly, so he wouldn't pull my hair again, and I gasped as he shoved himself back into my pussy, hard. He slammed in and out of me quickly, and I gasped and shook with his effort. Oh, I hated to admit it, but it was starting to feel good, despite the pain. At least my cunt was wet this time, although I couldn't tell if it was from arousal or spit. I looked out and saw that the gardener was still watching. He had a hand on his tented cock. It made me feel even more degraded knowing that I was being watched. There was no help there, no help anywhere. The staff knew better then to call the cops for anything, unless told to by one of the family. We were rich enough to destroy them if they violated their Do Not Disclose agreements, even if it was to the cops. He pulled out, and took a step back, and I went back to my knees before he could pull my hair again. His pulsing, red, wet cock was in front of my face in a moment, and he didn't need to tell me what to do. I leaned forward, and grabbed it, pulling to my mouth. I stroked him and sucked for a moment, before a vice like hand came squeezed my wrist. He yanked my hand away. "No hands," he snarled. He pounded into my mouth again, like before, seeming always to slow down or pull away just before I'd throw up. He mouth fucked me for a while, and I whimpered. I realized that I missed his cock in my cunt. I wanted him reaming me, like he was before. He was long enough that each stroke bottomed out inside of me, bumping my cervix. It hurt as it felt good. I was starting to wonder if he was going to cum in my mouth, and I swear, that just the thought of him unloading into me made my pussy even wetter. I paused for just a moment, and glanced between the stone-faced block posts of the rail, and could see that gardener watching. I hoped he was enjoying the show, since it would be his last day on the job. Uncle Jim pulled out of my mouth, and I went back to the rail again, sticking my ass out like he liked. I didn't wait for his order. I wanted him inside of me again. I wanted him filling me, to feel his hot cum inside of me. He took he hard, filling me in one stroke again, taking my breath away. He thrusted with abandon, but just for a few moments, before he pulled out again. I started to drop to my knees again. He grabbed my hips, and yanked me back in place. "No," was all he said. I felt the head of his cock rub against my slit for a moment, before rising higher to my ass. "No..." I whispered, but he ignored me, and started pushing it in. I gritted my teeth, and moaned painfully as he slowly started pushing himself into me. "Please... my stomach's not good today," I pleaded. He pulled out then, entirely. He was showing a bit of mercy to me, and I was relieved. I'd drank too much beer the night before, and it always gave me stomach problems the next day. Next thing I knew, his hand was in my hair again, and he was hauling me to the ground, and toward his cock again. He wanted to stick it back in my mouth, after it had been in my ass. I closed my mouth and eyes tightly, and tried to turn away. I never saw his hand coming. The hard slap, right across my cheek, caught me totally off guard. I cried out, and in that moment, he yanked my hair with the other hand, and shoved his cock right into my open, screaming mouth. I thought I'd be sick from disgust, but as he slid in and out of my mouth, the taste wasn't unpleasant. It was dryer then before, a slightly earthy taste. He used my mouth as he had before, hard, and thrusting. I had never been used like this before. Maybe that was why it was turning me on. I realized that my nipple were rock hard, and jutting out, clearly visible through my dress. When he let go, I went back against the rail. I expected his merciless, hard thrusting cock in my twat again, but instead, I felt it against my ass. I didn't want it there, but I didn't dare argue with him. I whimpered as he slowly pushed it into me. The cock, slickened and wet from my mouth, slid in more easily this time. But it still wasn't enough. Just a few slow strokes, and it really started to hurt. I was making gaspy wimpering noises as he tried to fuck my clenching ass. He pulled out again after a few seconds. There was a pause. He wanted me on my knees again, I knew it. I didn't want to though. The moments seemed to stretch forever and I wondered in fear what he'd do as I watched that filthy gardener. Then Unlce Jim's open hand came crashing down, slapping me hard on my red and welted ass. I yelped loudly and jumped. I stood up and turned around quickly, staring at my uncle with wide eyes. He just gave me a crooked grin, and pointed at his cock. I didn't complain. I just dropped to my knees in front of him, and started sucking it again. This time, he made me do all the work, instead of thrusting in and out of me. I wasn't exactly enthusiastic, but tried to do a decent job. I even ran my flattened tongue over his entire shaft, lubricating it from head to base. I intermittently sucked on his head, swirling my tongue around his soft head, and tickling the ridge and hole with the tip of my tongue, and occasionally descending to take as much of him in as I could without gagging. After a few minutes, he pulled away, and I went back against the rail. I bent over, knowing that he was going to fuck my ass some more. I took a few deep breaths, anticipating it. I realized that my clit was huge and swollen. It throbed in anticipation. It seemed that the worse he treated me, the more my pussy liked it. I didn't understand it. I had never been into pain or anything like that before. Maybe it was because it was my uncle? I would have never have admitted it to anyone, but I'd always had a crush on him, and on Daddy too. Lots of girls do, from what I've read. But I'd have never in a million years have acted on it, or expected to have been touched by either of them like this. As his thick cock head pushed against me, I tried to relax. I felt myself arching my back, and pressing back against him. He slid in more easily now, and his strokes inside of me filled me in a way I had never imagined. It burned, but it felt good too. As he slowly started to fuck my ass, I realized that I could feel him in my pussy. My pussy... oh god, it was just dripping wet now. I wanted him, I wanted him to hurt and humiliate me, and I wanted to be degraded in front of the staff. God, I was sick. I started to push back, and met him is thrusts he filled me. Each thrust ended in pleasure and pain as his heavy, shaved balls kissed and stuck momentarily on my shaved snatch, but with that contact also came the contact with my throbbing, blistered ass. He started to fuck me harder, and I thought I was going to come unglued. It hurt a lot worse, but it also felt good too. I couldn't believe how wet my ass felt as he pounded into me, like he was fucking my pussy instead. Unlike in my pussy, he could get that long cock all the way inside of me. It was like I could feel him deeper inside of me then any man had ever been before. When he pulled out, I spun quickly, and dropped to my knees, eager to please him, to take that cock in my mouth again. I grabbed it, like I had before, and opened my mouth eagerly. I took him deeply inside, closed my lips, and sucked, pressing my tongue firmly against his throbbing shaft. Then, remembering what he'd told me before, I removed my hand, and let him thrust into me harshly. As before, the gagging was bad, but I was sort of getting used to it. I was thinking that maybe if I was careful, that I might even be able to take him all the way down into my throat, like those porn sluts do. I realized that the taste was worse this time then it had been the time before. Each time, the smell and taste was getting worse. His cock was bitter now. I hoped that he'd finish soon. I was still eager, but I was starting to dread what his cock might taste like next time, or the time after. He pulled out of mouth, and I resumed the position. He stabbed me hard, taking my ass in a single, hard thrust. I yelped a bit, and then as he started fucking me animalistically, I heard a long, low, animal moaning. It was timed to our fucking, and I realized that it was coming from me. Then my pussy started pulsing and clenching, and the waves of an unexpected orgasm washed over me. I yelled out, having a darker, painful, throbbing orgasm, unlike any I'd ever had before. My ass clenched spasmodically on his cock as my pussy clenched nothing, and my clit throbbed like it was being sucked. I collapsed to the deck after what felt like an incredibly long and intense orgasm, and then his hand was in my hair. My eyes were still closed from my orgasm, and I didn't open them. I just opened my mouth for my uncle's cock. I retched, and almost threw up. It tasted utterly vile, and I tried to pull away. His hand was locked tightly in my hair though, and I couldn't pull away. He started pistoning his cock into my mouth. Filthy Rich Ch. 01 "Yeah, suck that filthy cock. Suck the shit right off it..." I somehow managed to pull away just enough on a backstroke for it to slide out of my mouth. I clenched my jaw, and pursed my lips. His cock slammed into my lips, and slide across my cheek, leaving a trail of thick saliva and worse. He then paused, and wiped his cock on my other cheek, leaving a similar mark there. The tip of his cock, he rubbed on my chin and lips. I could feel little lumps of shit on my lips as he smeared his cock on them, like he was crudely painting them with a vile lipstick. "Open your mouth and suck it, bitch. If you don't... you know your 'Daddy's' gonna cut you off, right? No more money. No more cars. No more parties, or clothes, or home. That what you want, whore?" My eyes burned with new tears as I looked up at him. Oh, God. He meant it. Suck his shitty cock, or have my life totally ruined. I opened my mouth. He didn't move, but to let go of my hair. "Go on... suck it!" With a trembling hand, and tears falling down my face, I reached out and took his hips in each of my hands. I leaned forward, and put the swollen head in my mouth. I clenched my eyes closed, and started to swirl my tongue around his filthy cockhead. I let the spit and drool run down his shaft, cleaning his cock to some degree, and then I started to descend on him. It was so hard not to vomit, but I somehow managed it. The tasted was repugnant, and every time the saliva got pushed to the back of my throat, I threatened to vomit, whether I swallowed or not. Pretty soon, he was thrusting into my mouth, but not as harshly as before. I found that I had my lips mostly locked around him, most of the time, except to sometime let the spit and drool run down his shaft. I kept expecting him to pull out and to tell me to take the position again, but he never did. He just kept thrusting and thrusting into my shitty mouth. I wanted him to cum. I desperately needed him to cum, so I could get his dirty cock out of me, and I could wash my mouth out. But as he thrust, that same disturbed part of me as before rose to a thrill. That part of me that just plain wanted him to cum. Despite my disgust, I quickened and grew more enthusiastic. I could feel the tension rising in him. He was getting close. I realized that my tears had stopped again, and I was tensely waiting for him to spray in my mouth. He pulled away. I made a questioning little mew, and looked up, surprised. He was shaking, and sweating. He looked like he could shoot his load at any time. Breathlessly, he just pointed to the rail, and I happily took my place. His dirty cock was out of my mouth. I stood, and leaned against he rail, my filthy ass out and ready for him. I wanted to be filled again. I saw the Mexican staring at me again, and wondered what I looked like from his eyes. I wondered if he could see the shit smeared on my face, and if so, what he'd tell his friends about it after work. My uncle slowly pushed into my ass once more, and started fucking, this time, with a regular and vigorous rhythm, but not the pounding he'd given me earlier. As he fucked me, I could feel shit sliding down onto my pussy, and down my legs. And at the moment, all I wanted was for him to cum. God, I was such a filthy whore. He pulled out without cumming, and ordered me, "Down!" I spun and dropped to my knees. His cock was totally covered in loose, drippy shit. Beer shit. It looked more like a turd then his cock. I whimpered, but opened my mouth for him. He quickly slammed it into my mouth, and the overwhelming taste of it made me gag and retch. He didn't stop fucking my mouth, and I didn't pull off of his cock. I left my lips loose and sloppy, and brown slobber ran down his shaft, and dripped down onto the wooden deck. Both of his hands found my head, and thrust deeply into my mouth with a loud grunt, and started spraying cum. It was like there was no other place for it to go, and my throat spasmed over and over again as it swallowed his cum down. After he finished, he let go of me, and I pulled away. I walked a few steps away, and leaned out over the balcony. There was another dirty Mexican down there watching me, one that I hadn't even seen before. His eyes went wide, and he stepped beneath the overhang. I let myself go and threw up, vomiting out all the shit, spit, and cum I'd been forced to swallow. I reached for my water bottle, to wash my mouth out with, but my trembling hand managed to knock it down to the grass below, most of the water spilling wildly. I whimpered, again, wanted the water, but knew it was too late. There were suddenly hands on my hips, and I felt my uncle pushing his cock into my ass again. Apparently, he wasn't done with me yet. I mewled in frustration as he settled into a nice, steady, ass fucking rhythm. He leaned over me, and reached around to my front. He pulled my dress and bra down, exposing my breasts. Great, now the Mexicans could see my tits as I got a shitty ass fuck. Despite everything, my traitorous cunt dripped, and my clit throbbed, needing attention. Not having my hands braced against the rail now, I slid a hand between my legs. I could feel a little accumulated filth there, from my weeping ass, but I didn't care, as I greedily shoved my fingers through the filth and into my pussy. With three fingers deep in my, I could feel my uncle's shaft sliding across the back of my knuckles. It was such a randy, dirty feeling. I pulled my fingers out, and rubbed my clit. I was dangerously close to another orgasm already. I moaned loudly, and saw the Mexican below me watching with hungry eyes, with his thick, uncircumcised cock in his hand. This was quickly turning into the worst day of my life. Or maybe the best; I couldn't tell anymore... Filthy Rich Ch. 02 Warning, the following scene contains elements that some readers may find distasteful. This includes: non-consensual intercourse, humiliation, anal, pain, force, and scat. If you find the above offensive, please read no further. I grunted in time as Uncle Jim fucked my filthy ass. I was leaned over the stone faced balcony, looking out over the family's vast lands, with the mansion at my back. The wide and irregular stone top of the rail-like half wall was pressed into my belly. It was wide enough to sit on, and took most of the space between my hips and ribs. The rough texture tugged and scrapped at me, my thin sun dress little protection from the stone. The cool breeze against my pert, bared breasts was unsettling, knowing that at least two staff members were watching, and at least one was masturbating to me. Uncle Jim pulled out of me again, and I was hoping that he was through. He'd just came a few minutes ago, in my mouth, but I somehow thought that he was up for a second round instead of a little cool down fucking. I could feel a little bit of loose, runny shit run down my leg when he pulled out, and I suppressed a shutter. Doubtlessly, he wanted to fuck my mouth some more. Every time he pulled out of my ass, he stuck it back in my mouth. I couldn't get rid of the cloying taste of my own shit, and he'd already smeared my mouth and cheeks with the filth. It was revolting. I was rightfully disgusted, and I'd guess that I should be crying in horror too. But I wasn't. I could make this stop anytime I wanted. Sure, I'd loose my inheritance, my home, and nearly everything that was important to an eighteen year old heiress, but I could make it stop. What I couldn't understand was why this horrible treatment, this virtual rape, was turning me on. In a way, it made it all even worse. I didn't want to get slapped again, or get yanked around harshly by my hair, so I pulled my fingers out of my twat, and turned around to face my Uncle. He was handsome of course, in that bad-boy way, with his leather jacket, jeans, and dark smoldering eyes. There was a smudge of white powder beneath his nose that wasn't there when we'd started. I must have missed him snorting up some coke. It was one of his favorite drugs from what I'd heard. I glanced down at his impressively large, and long cock, which wore a dark brown smeared mask of my shit. I didn't wait to be hurt, I dropped to my knees, to let him stick it in my mouth again. I shouldn't be turned on by this. It was disgusting, and so bad, it had just made me throw up. But my mouth dropped open on its own, and my mouth watered in anticipation of that stinking thing going back into my mouth. There had to be something wrong with me. Jim just smiled his crooked smile, and stepped forward, smoothly sliding that disgusting thing into my mouth. I gagged and retched at the taste, but I kept from throwing up. I let him start fucking my mouth. I kept my eyes open, and looked up at him as he slid in and out of me. "You know, I wasn't planning on fucking your mouth again..." he chuckled, "but you were just so cute down there, I didn't want to disappoint you." I didn't quite know what to make of what he said, what kind of game he might be playing, but I didn't want to risk his anger. He'd already left me with welts all across my backside, and a powerful slap across my face. I stayed put, letting that thick cock slide between my lips. My drool ran down and along it, turning brown before reaching his balls, and then dangling in long brown strands between his legs. My loose, watery shit piled up on my lips, scraping his skin into a somewhat cleaner condition, and depositing the foul brown stuff a few inches down from the head. I'd never learned how to deep throat, and all of his attempts to slide into my throat had left me close to heaving onto his lap, so he'd stopped. At least he wasn't trying to do that to me now. It seemed that he didn't mind shit, but that vomit turned him off. He pulled away, and I stood back up. I went to resume my place against the rail, but he grabbed me by the shoulder when I started to turn. "Nope. That's getting boring. I wanna be able to look at your tits while we fuck." He backed me up to the rail, and then slid his hands around my legs, just beneath my ass. My breath hissed as he slide across the welts he'd given be earlier. I clenched and shuddered, making a whimpering moan as he lifted me up, and put all of my weight on my burning ass. My eyes watered as I quickly threw my arms around his neck, and pulled, taking some of the weight off his hands. Then I felt him settling me down on that harsh stone. He pulled my simple white panties off, stained with spatters of brown now, and left them dangling on one foot against my white, strappy pump. I whimpered and virtually hyperventilated as he slide and pulled me into the position he wanted me in. Tears were falling hard from my eyes from the pain by the time he had me settled, mostly of my weight on one leg along the rail, and the other leg held out above the deck, where my panties dangled. My asshole was exposed, as was my pussy. Uncle Jim took his filthy cock by the base, and pressed the large head against my asshole again. Because of the jostling around, and maybe clenching up in pain too, it had tightened back up, almost as tight as it was when he first started fucking it. He took no mercy on me though, and pushed hard against it. I squealed, and clung tighter to his neck as that large cock pushed all the way into me. He gave me a few strokes, and my asshole, burning like fire, clenched him spastically and hard. He actually chuckled, right to my face, the devil himself seeming to possess him. "Oh yeah, that feels great... but you know, if you don't relax back there, I might rip it. You don't want a bloody asshole, do you?" Unable to find my voice, I just shook my head. He leaned back a bit, still mostly sheathed deep in my ass, and took a long appraising look at me. I was tall, long and thin, with that tight-bodied, thin look that was all the rage among the starlets and models. It was that nearly anorexic look that all the old people seemed to panic about on Oprah and Dr. Oz. My breasts were small, firm, and jutted away from my body, giving the illusion that they were far larger then mere B cups. Perhaps the only surprise was the shock of pubic hair above my sex. My boyfriend Kyle, has a thing about pubic hair, so I keep some on his account, but I keep my lower golden curls short, and trimmed into a tidy triangle. Uncle Jim's eyes settled on my pussy, and I followed his eyes down. My clit was as big as I've ever seen it, engorged to look almost like a tiny cock, and my puffy pussy lips were spread open, like a cobra's hood. Despite some shit smeared on it, I can clearly see the pink of my pussy against my tanning-bed bronzed skin. His hand follow his eyes to my pussy. He took my clit between his thumb and finger, and gently jacked the hood back and forth on it. My eyes closed, and I leaned my head back, moaning in pleasure. The pain in my ass from both the stone, and the cock, seemed to subside as he played with me. Then he moved further down, and effortlessly slid two fingers deep into my weeping pussy. My cunt grabbed his fingers hard, and held them deep inside for a moment, before relaxing. I drew my breath in hard when he penetrated me, and vaguely moaned, "Yeah..." I cursed my luck when he pulled his fingers out of me, and then felt him slowly drawing his cock out as well. I opened my eyes again, looking down to see what he was up to. I was hoping that he wasn't going to make me get down off of the wall again to suck his cock; it really hurt getting up on the unforgiving stone, and it would be torture to have to keep hopping up and down from the perch. I just watched, and hoped he wouldn't get mean with me again. His cock was disgusting. It was literally dripping with dark brown filth. I could barely make out the ridge behind the head, and couldn't even see the big veins running its length. He grabbed himself by the base of his cock with the hand that he'd just had on my pussy, apparently getting ready to push it back into me. He looked up into my eyes then, and I returned the look. He looked possessed with a sly animal cunning, and untold lust. His smoldering eyes told me that right now, that I was the only person in the world as far as he was concerned. He wanted me, had wanted me for a long time, and finally had me. And he was going to keep at this until he was satiated in my flesh. Then I felt that spongy cock head against me. He put it right between my lips, and pushed that dirty cock right in to my pussy. He wasn't forceful, but my body swallowed him right up, as it seemed to push all the air out of my body. My head swam, and I felt like I might come again, as my pussy contracted around his cock. I couldn't believe that he was doing this to me, pushing shit deep into my pussy, and I couldn't believe that I was letting him instead of trying to claw his face off. I had always had a crush on him, but I had never imagined having this kind of sex with him, or with anyone. It was so nasty and forbidden. It felt like... well, it felt like that incredible manic rush I felt the first time I tried coke. Yet, at the same time, I knew damn well that I didn't want this. I was still conflicted, and I could feel my face contorted into something that showed both lust and disgust. Then he started pumping me. I grunted in time with his thrusts, and closed my eyes, leaning my head back. I could feel how dirty I was. I could feel that extra layer of filth inside of me, how it squished around and dripped out of me. I could come like this. I almost wanted to come like this, except that it would be more validation on the fact that I could be treated worse then the worst ghetto whore by my sick uncle, and like it. I fought against the orgasm, and tried to push it away. I tried to focus on how he was defiling my body, and how gross it was to feel my own squishy shit up inside of my pussy. Then, finally, he was done, pulling his throbbing cock out of me. With relief, I opened my eyes, and quickly glanced down at it. I thought that I'd see cum leaking out of the tip or something, but instead, I saw his hand on his base, and he was pointing that thing at my asshole again. He pushed it in, and we both groaned at the different sensation. The slight throbbing heat and pain of anal made my pussy clench involuntarily, and my clit throbbed to the beat of my pounding heart. He took me, and it hurt far less then it had before. I grunted in time with him, with each thrust into my tight, dirty ass. I could feel the soft squishy beer shit sloshing around him, a feeling that wasn't all that dissimilar to when he'd been in my pussy. I hated to admit it, but it felt good. It felt like I could come again like this, like I did the first time. Before a few minutes ago, I'd never cum to anal before. It took my uncle fucking my ass, when I was dirty and full of loose shit, to get me to cum to anal. I wondered if that was the difference between now, and when my boyfriend did me in the ass. Was the shit, the filthy depravity of it, what pushed me over the edge before? He pulled out, and taking himself by the base again, he pushed quickly into my pussy. I gasped and nearly squealed, wanting to instantly cum. He pulled entirely out then, and shoved himself all the way into my ass, filling me completely, until his balls were against my welted ass. Back and forth, he fucked me like that, one deep stroke in my ass, and then one deep stroke in my cunt. I closed my eyes again, and leaned back, putting my weight on my hand. I couldn't believe he was doing this to me. I couldn't believe he was going to make me cum like this, but if he didn't stop, he would. I was so dreadfully close, just barely clinging on. Then he paused, his cock in my pussy, and his large hand slid along my cheek and past my ear, to the back of my head. He grabbed me by a handful of hair, and gently pulled me forward. My eyes were open, looking into his. He wasn't angry, but was sweating, and had that animal intensity in his eyes still. He pulled me forward until our foreheads met, and there was only an inch between our eyes. Then he cocked his head in one direction, obviously intent on kissing me on the mouth. I could have resisted, and maybe I should have, but in that instant, I wanted that kiss. I turned my head the opposite direction, and leaned in to him. Our mouths met, and it was like an electric current passed through me. He kissed me deeply, yearningly, like I'd never been kissed before. It ended all too quickly though, and he pulled away slightly. "You taste like shit," he told me, with that evil little cockeyed grin on his face. It was like being cold cocked. In that moment, I flooded with so many conflicting emotions, I could have exploded. I was just about to kick him away from me, to hell with the consequences, when he spoke again, in a mere whisper. "I like it." His mouth was on mine in a flash, and I leaned into him, giving myself fully to him. He pounded into me hard with that shitty cock, and as I pressed my breasts against his strong chest, I came harder then I'd ever come before. It was like the Earth moved, like I was some place between one moment and the next, where time stood still, and pleasure pulsed through me. I don't know how long I clenched him or clenched to him, but when it was over, I was still crying out, and my arms and legs where wrapped around him. He pulled away, and easily pushed his cock back into my ass again. He lifted me off of the rail, and held me in his arms, supporting my weight with his hands on my blistered ass, as he pounded into my dirty backside. I scarcely felt the pain, like it was happening to someone else. My dirty pussy rubbed against his open button fly jeans, and I scarcely noticed that either, except for a slight sensation of pleasure and pain. I wanted him to cum again, needed to feel it deep inside of me. His eyes were tightly shut, and the sweat dripped violently down his face as he thrust over and over again into my overused ass. Then he clenched, and for a moment it looked like he was having a heart attack. Then he grunted out, and I felt a sudden spreading warmth in my ass, and knew he was cumming. He came for what seemed like a long time, spreading more and more warmth into me. Then, he finally finished, and set me back down on my feet. I had never been used so hard in my life. I felt physically numb, high, happy, and just plain dirty. I needed a shower. I yearned again for my bottled water that I'd dropped to the lawn below, but it was too late for that. On shaky legs, I walked over to the rail, and leaned against it again, supporting myself on it so I wouldn't fall. A moment later, my uncle joined me. My tits were still out, and so was his filthy cock. He pulled out a pack of whatever expensive French cigarettes he smoked, and lit one up. Without a word, he passed it over to me, and I gladly took it. He lit another, and we both smoked in silence, staring out over the yards. I saw that fucking Mexican gardener that had been watching us early walking away, toward one of the outbuildings. I didn't see the other one, the one that had been below us. I'd have them both fired. Maybe I could even get them to be whipped before being fired - they were illegal, it wasn't like they could go to the cops to complain. Make an example out of them for the rest of the staff. After a few minutes, Uncle Jim walked away, and went and retrieved my simple white panties. Schoolgirl panties was what I liked calling them. They were splotched with shit here and there, but overall, weren't in too bad a condition. He kneeled behind me, and lifted up one of my feet, to start putting my panties back on me. I sort of didn't want them on, but they were less dirty then my ass and pussy. It would be better to wear them for now then to drip shit through the house before I could get to my bathroom. I let my uncle slip them all the way up me, and let him run his hand all the way up my legs like a lover would. I winced only when he touched my welted ass, but that was only from the pain, not from the idea of letting him touch me there. Then I realized that he was still kneeling behind me, not moving. He hadn't pulled my dress down yet, so he had a clear view of my ass. Surly, he wasn't up to a third round? I flicked my cigarette butt away, way out into the lawn, and glanced back at him. "What are you doing?" "I want to see my cum in your panties," he said, giving me a devilish grin. "Uh... push for me. Let my cum soak into your panties." "Uh... no... I don't want to risk it. I might shit myself." "I wasn't asking. Remember what I said before? And it would be a tragedy to quit now. Just this one more little thing, and I'm done with you." He turned to stare at my ass again. Standing where I was, I tried pushing, but all that happened was that I managed to piss myself a little, by accident. "Oh, wrong hole, but that was still pretty cool. Try squatting down." I squatted, and he got even lower to the ground, to watch me. I tried pushing, but nothing happened at first. Then he pulled my butt-cheeks apart, to my painful whimper. Then I pushed again, and I let go a deep, nasty fart. He just laughed and told me to try again. I pushed a second time, and suddenly felt thick, hot moisture flow across my ass and pussy. I had just shit myself. "Ew..." he laughed, and pushed his hand up against my shitty crotch. He worked it in, messaging back and forth, spreading my filth all across me, and even pushed the gusset of my panties deep into my pussy. Then, he finally stood up, and wiped his hand across my dress before letting it finally fall to cover my upper legs. "Okay, now I'm through with you. But your dad's gonna be home in an hour or two, so you need to wait for him. Go up to his study, and sit across from his desk, and wait for him. No cleaning up. No going to the bathroom. No eating or drinking. He's gonna want you just like that." "What!?" "You heard me. He's gonna want to see what I did to you. You have to wait for him, just like that. I told you, there's gonna be hell to pay if you want to keep your inheritance." "But... this is so wrong. I'm all nasty, and oh god, he's gonna see me covered in my own shit, and shit wiped on my face, and everything! This is too gross. Oh god, I don't think I can do this." "Oh, you'll do it, if you know what's good for you." I tried to hold back the tears, but they were threatening. Idly, and with a bit of surprise, I watched Uncle Jim. He tucked his dirty cock back in his pants, and then walked over to the deck's faucet, and rinse his hands and face. He didn't go in the house. Instead, he just walked down the deck toward the driveway. As he walked away, my heart sank. Feeling dirty, humiliated, and abandoned, I straightened up my dress, and had a good, long cry. Once I felt a bit better, and the sobs had stopped, I also rinsed my hands at the faucet. I wasn't going to get shit smeared all over the doorknobs and stair railings in the mansion. Other than that, I didn't clean up any further. I left my face shit stained. I walked slowly through the sprawling house, trying to keep my head down, but I kept seeing servants out of the corners of my eye. None of them approached me or said anything to me. Maybe they were trying to be as invisible as I was, but I couldn't help but feel like I was being stared at. I was sure that this would be the whispered gossip they'd tell each other for years to come. I could just die. I reached my father's study, and let myself in. I sat down across from his expansive mahogany desk. If I remembered correctly, it was some sort of French antique, a gift from some Marquis or something. It had been in the family for a long time at any rate. Some with the delicate chair I was sitting in, doubtlessly pressing my shit into the fabric. I might even be ruining the chair, I don't know how well shit comes out of embroidered material that's over a century old. Filthy Rich Ch. 02 As I sat there, I vacillated back and forth from anger to sadness, fear to humiliation. I waved off the servants that came and offered me refreshments or a warm, moist towel. They acted so... pedestrian, like this was the sort of thing they'd see on any day of the week. I couldn't believe how cavalier they were. I cried at times, and at other times had to force myself not to pace back and forth on the Persian rug. Hours passed. Finally, I heard his fast and heavy footsteps coming down the hall. He was angry, I could tell by his footfalls. I'd thought I was all cried out, but fresh tears started to blur my vision anyway. He slammed the door open, and bellowed, "WHAT IN GOD'S NAME IS GOING ON HERE?" He waited for a response, and I was sobbing again. With a trembling and hitching voice, I said, "Un-cle Tiiimmm.... said... wait for you... here... That you... wanted to see me... like this." "What? WHAT!? THAT BASTARD! Did he do-do... this... to you?" I nodded. He stomped over to me, standing in front of me. I was crying, and could only see him as a man shaped blob. "What, he raped you? Smeared you with shit?" I nodded. "What the fuck? You didn't try to fight him off?" "I-I... No.... He said - He said, you said... you said for him to do it." "He said... that I told him to rape you?" "Or you'd disown me..." The silence stretched on for a long spell, filled only with his breathing, and the ticking of the clock. My sobs were nearly gone, and my eyes were starting to dry again. I only caught a glimpse of motion before his slap thundered into my cheek hard enough to knock me and the chair over. I cried out in surprise. Then he was above me again, and I felt his hand in my hair. He hauled me up by the handful of hair, and brought me face to face with him. I was gaping, more surprised and in too much shock to feel the slap yet, and blinking to try to clear my eyes. "You stupid cunt. You worthless, spoiled, brainless whore. You let my brother do this to you, without a fight, just let him TAKE HIS WAY with you. Because you were afraid of getting cut off. You're pathetic. You're sick." He grabbed me by the throat, and squeezed. In a harsh whisper, he spat out, "Don't you know what kind of a sick pervert Tim is? It didn't occur to you that he was just taking advantage of you? You dumb cunt. You were supposed to be mine. If anyone was going to smear you in shit, it was supposed to be me. ME!" He shouted that last word, blasting it into my face. He let go, and I crumpled to his feet, trying to catch my breath. My head was swimming. What was going on here...?