CR2025
mc; Mg; Mdom; preg; ws; inc; nosex
Jebediah Hawthorne was a farmer. His farm deep in the Appalachians was the dictionary definition of remote. He usually took a mule into town. If it wasn't for the wind farm that leased the ridge above his farm from him, he would have gone broke and been forced to go to the big city, like his brother Malachi. Instead, Jebediah was the richest man in the county, not that anyone knew.
Six months ago, Jebediah had visited his brother, to see his eldest niece win her soccer game. He'd brought ten-year-old Abigail home with him, after taking her to The Tiara Room. She still wore the tiara they'd given her, every day. Lately, though, the jewel had started to loose its glowing luster, but Jebediah didn't have a CR2025 to replace the dying battery. He figured that Abby didn't really need the re-enforcement of the tiara.
Abby woke up early, just like every day since she'd moved in with Uncle Jeb. She rolled out of bed, the only way she really could, now, with the baby on the way, and put the tiara in her hair. Making her way to the kitchen, she put an apron on to protect her otherwise naked body while she made breakfast on the wood stove. It had to be ready by the time her uncle finished milking the cows.
As she cooked breakfast for her uncle, a thought that hadn't crossed her mind in six months, emerged. Why was she living with her uncle? It was the first of a tidal wave of questions, long held back. She remember getting in his rented car, naked, and leaving the home she had grown up in, but why? Why had she left behind her two sisters and her clothes, and went with her uncle?
Where were her clothes? The apron was all she had, and she barely wore that. She'd once had a whole closet stuffed with clothes, shirts, shoes, pants, and dresses. Now she wore nothing save when she was cooking. Not that those pants and dresses would fit now, now with how far along she was with her pregnancy.
How did she let her uncle get her pregnant? She suddenly recalled that dinner at The Tiara Room. How she'd taken off her cleats. How she'd left her shorts and panties behind in the bathroom. How her uncle had pulled her shirt over her head. How he'd filled her pussy with his cock for the first time. How everything had felt like it was supposed to happen. It didn't feel like that any more, her suppressed feelings of helplessness tinted the memories.
Abby remembered the first signs she had seen but not seen of what was going to happen to her. First was the girl who had left the bathroom as she was about to go in, naked from the waist down. Then there was her friend, Brittany, naked and being fucked by her brother as she returned to the table. Brittany, whose belly was already starting to swell, though not as far as Abby was now, unable to talk properly as her brother thrust in her, like her uncle was about to do to her.
Abby remembered the ride on the donkey all the way from town, past the old school house, being told that she was on her way to her new home. She wondered why she wasn't going to school, as she finished cooking her uncle's bacon and grits. Her timing was perfect, as usual, with her uncle arriving from the barn just as she plated them and put them on the table
"Good Morning, Abigail," Uncle Jeb said, as Abby hung up her apron. "Is the baby kicking this morning?"
The baby took that moment to kick, striking right at Abby's bladder. It was enough. "Yes, the baby you forced me to have is kicking," Abby said, her feelings no longer controlled. "It's kicking so hard, that I'm going to have to use that damned chamber pot, here, right in the kitchen. Which is probably where I'll end up giving birth, because since you picked me up my life is being naked and pregnant in the kitchen. I can't even go to school anymore. There is no way I'm going to repeat as the champion forward in soccer. In fact, I doubt that I'll ever play soccer again, since you seem to want to keep me naked leaking your seed all the time. Next year this time I'll probably be about to have a second baby while the first is still nursing!"
Though for the moment with her tirade, Abby waddled over to the chamber pot to relieve herself before the baby inside her forced her to pee on the floor, again. As she let loose a stream of pee into the pot, she realized that she was peeing in front of her uncle, and blushed, even though she knew she'd been doing it and more in front of him for the last six months. There was silence in the room once she was done and had washed her hands again. She joined her uncle at the table, with her own plate of grits.
"It looks like I need to get a new battery for you, Abigail," Uncle Jeb said into the silence.
"That's all you can say, uncle," Abby said, in a low tone. "You stripped me, fucked me, put a baby in me, took me away from my parents, and I need a new battery."
"Yep," Jeb said, remaining quiet for the rest of his breakfast.
Abby sulked, as she ate her grits. She could see what her life was going to be like now. She wasn't Uncle Jeb's niece anymore. She was his wife, in the biblical sense, his to command, his to fuck, and his to make babies in. She wouldn't be allowed to disobey. She would be forced to have and raise his children. There was no way she could escape now. Not being naked and six months pregnant.
Once Uncle Jeb was done with his breakfast, he pushed back his chair and stood. "I think I'll take the horse to town. I should be back by evening. Is there anything I need to get for you?"
"Yes, clothes, a cell phone, and a bus ticket home," Abby said sharply.
"No cell service up this way," Uncle Jeb said. "Might need to get you a dress for this winter. Malachi missed you last Christmas, and wants us to come visit. Been a while since we had a family Christmas. Not since your Grandmother, God rest her soul, died." With that he left the house.
Abby watched, as he saddled up the horse, and left the farm. She wanted to go out there, she wanted to run. Once she would have been able. She had once run for miles. Now she couldn't. Now she was barefoot and pregnant. She did not run. She did not walk. She waddled. She had no shoes to run down the gravel road halfway to town. She had no clothes to cover her no longer repressed modesty. Instead she washed the dishes and cleaned the house.
Abby made herself lunch, freshly baked bread and homemade strawberry jam. She remembered picking the strawberries, naked, in between her uncle fucking her. Her baby kicked, reminding her again of the results, if the bulge of her belly wasn't enough. It took a long time for her uncle to get back from town, and Abby didn't even have anything to read. So she baked an apple pie instead.
She started supper, just as her Uncle trotted into the barn yard. She could see that he had several packages with him. At least one of them looked like clothes, and another like a shoe box. If she got clothes, she was leaving. Abby watched him put the horse away and take care of the rest of the animals, before he returned to her kitchen.
"Supper smells right good," Uncle Jeb said as he came into the kitchen. "Got a few things for you, after dinner, but first I think we both could use a good meal." He bent down and kissed her forehead, removing her tiara.
The tiara was placed on the table as Abby served the food. It had been her role since she had arrived, and there was no reason to change, yet. They ate in silence, Abby glaring hostilely at her uncle. It was one of Abby's better meals. She had really learned how to cook since she had been taken to her uncle's farm. Despite her involuntary servitude, she took pride in the meal. It was better than most she'd had cooked for her.
Her uncle finished his meal first, putting his dish in the sink for her to clean later. He then took a package out of his shirt pocket. Abby immediately recognized it as a package of watch batteries. He removed one from the package, and then opened a small panel in her tiara. He replaced the battery inside, closing the panel. Then he slid the tiara on Abby's head.
Abigail felt all of her anger, all of her resistance to what her uncle had done to her melting away. Her uncle dropped his overalls, revealing his naked body. He took Abigail into his arms, and kissed her. She found herself responding to him, and by the time the sun set, she was his, again.
It was the week before Christmas when Abigail returned to her parents house for the first time in more than fifteen months. She'd left it to play the championship soccer match, and the trophy was still on the mantle. There was a picture of her next to the trophy in her soccer uniform, black shorts, green t-shirt with the number eight on it over a just starting to develop chest, and long green socks. Her hair was in a ponytail, and she sported a smirk. The now eleven-year-old looked nothing link that now.
Her hair was loose, held back by her tiara, and she wore a pink dress, currently open so that her baby could suckle from the breasts she'd grown. The baby girl had come a month early, and she hadn't taken long to get pregnant again. Her belly was already swelling nearly as much as it had the day that her tiara's battery had run out. Uncle Jeb didn't intend to let that happen again. Her sandals lay by the door, along with the packages he'd brought for his other nieces' Christmas.
"Abigail," her mother cried, approaching to hug her long gone daughter. "Look at you. So grown up and with your own baby girl ... and already working on your second, it looks like."
"Yes, Mom, little over five months," Abigail replied with a touch of pride in her voice. "Uncle Jeb's insatiable. I'm surprised he let me get dressed to come visit."
"Oh you jest," her mother said. "Come, show your younger sisters their little niece. It won't be long before they'll be wanting their own."
As Jeb watched his nieces gush over his baby daughter, his brother Malachi put his arm around him and asked, "So, was The Tiara Room worth it?"
"Every last cent," Jeb said. "Including the six dollars and six cents I spent on replacement batteries. And you can tell your brother-in-laws that too."
