****** Ass-ass-in: Chapter 1 - Cry Uncle - Die Uncle! by Satarvalluss ******
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Ass-ass-in: Chapter 1 - Cry Uncle - Die Uncle!


It was three weeks since her Aunt Jill's funeral. She and Elizabeth had been so
close. They were almost sisters, the age gap being only ten years. During
Elizabeth's summer visits to the farm, they would be inseparable. Shopping
trips to the big city, lazy days in the meadows, it was the highlight of the
summer for them both. They would write to each other once, sometimes twice each
week during Elizabeth's university terms.

Elizabeth's relationship with her uncle was always cordial, but yet there was
always something about him that made her uncomfortable. She was never able to
put her finger on quite what it was. Elizabeth saw very little of him during
the visits and so did not dwell on her thoughts. Her Uncle was some fifteen
years older than her Aunt Jill, who had met him following the death of her
parents. They had married within three months. A true whirlwind romance, or so
everyone had thought. The happy caring man, whom Jill had fallen in love with,
very quickly changed. Almost as soon as the ink had dried on the marriage
certificate, the true character of her new husband began to impose itself on
the relationship.

It was during one of Elizabeth's summer visits to the farm that she had first
noticed the bruises. She confronted her Aunt, who broke down and told of her
living hell. How the farm which her parents had worked so hard to build into a
thriving business, was being bled dry by her husband. The bank was ready to
call in two large loans for new machinery that Uncle Jim had taken out. These
were secured against the land and buildings. Their overdraft had spiraled
rapidly upwards. It had become obvious to Jill, that her husband was using the
overdraft to make the monthly loan repayments. He was working less and less and
was not making money enough even to cover the loans. Even to her basic
understanding of Business finance, it was a recipe for disaster. The overdraft
had been eaten away by drink and gambling debts. He would also frequently use
the services of prostitutes, often remaining away for days at a time.

Jill told how his drinking and womanising made him violent towards her and how
she would have to lock herself in the bathroom each night until he had drunk
him into unconsciousness. Sometimes he would force himself on her. "His marital
right" - he called it. To Jill, it was rape - sex without consent.

Elizabeth had returned to University, vowing to help Jill find a way out of her
flawed marriage before she lost everything. Elizabeth's parting words to Jill
as they embraced on the station would always remain with her.

"Promise you won't do anything until I get back next weekend, ok?" Elizabeth
had whispered, aware that her uncle was watching from the nearby book kiosk.
Jill had nodded, the tears welling in her eyes.

"We can see Mr. Slater, Dad's Solicitor. I'll phone him when I get back to Uni.
Now wipe those tears away, don't let him ever suspect that I know anything."

They had hugged each other, tightly. No more words were spoken as Elizabeth
boarded the train, closing the door behind her. She would never see Jill alive
again.

The accident had devastated the family. Both Jill and the driver of the other
car had died instantly. Elizabeth had been asleep at University when she had
got the call from her mother. She had caught the first train home to be with
the family.

The funeral had taken place on a wet Friday at the village church; a quiet
funeral with only a few family members present. Her Uncle played the part well
of the bereaved husband. It was all Elizabeth could do to remain calm and civil
towards him, which she did only out of respect for her Aunt... Only she knew
what lay under the veneer of respectability, which he was unashamedly putting
before her family and friends. She detested him for it.

Elizabeth remained at home with her parents for the following week. She had
booked her train ticket to return to University on the Saturday, which would
allow her to settle back into routine prior to her Monday examinations.

It was early Friday morning. Elizabeth had left her parents sleeping. She could
see the house approaching and become apprehensive about her impulsive decision
to go to the farm, especially when she thought of the horror stories that Aunt
had told her about her Uncle. Although Elizabeth had never seen or even heard
the violence during any of her visits, she had no doubt that what her Aunt had
told her was true.

Her Aunt had bequeathed her the ring from her Great Grandmother. Her Uncle had
told her at the funeral that she should call over and fetch it when she felt up
to it. She had choked back her anger and mumbled that she would call, although
not really intending to do so.

The impulse to have the ring grew stronger as her return to University became
more immanent. She had not slept at all through thinking about it. She was due
back at University to continue with her finals and wanted to take the ring as a
good luck charm. Besides, Elizabeth knew that she would probably never see her
Uncle again.

She knocked on the old wooden stable door, no answer. She knocked again, louder
this time.

"Uncle Jim, its Elizabeth, is you there?" she called.

She waited a few seconds and then tried the door. It was unlocked. She pushed
it slowly open and went into the kitchen. It was pleasantly cool, contrasting
with the heat outside.

"Uncle Jim, are you there?" she called again. There was no reply.

Elizabeth walked through the kitchen into the hall. Memories of Jill and of all
the times shared with her flooded back. She fought back tears as she approached
the narrow staircase.

"Uncle Jim, are you there?" she called cautiously "It's me, Elizabeth." There
was still no reply.

Elizabeth started up the stairs, now confident that she was alone. She would
take the ring and leave her Uncle a note to say that she had been. She was glad
that he was not there, the thought of what Jill had confided in her made her
nervous.

She turned off the top landing into Jill's bedroom. What she saw shocked her.
Her Uncle lay face down, naked on the bed. He was snoring loudly. The smell of
alcohol and vomit were sickening. The whole room had been ransacked, as if
someone had been searching for something. Drawers had been overturned on the
floor, mirrors smashed; the whole place looked like a crime scene. The doors
had been torn from the fitted wardrobes and literally snapped in two.

She quickly went into the dressing room where she knew that Jill kept her
jewelry and began to look through the drawers for the ring.

The noise of her looking through the drawers must have disturbed her Uncle.
Elizabeth heard a loud creak from the floorboards behind her. She turned
quickly and was confronted by his naked bulk.

"Uncle Jim, I just..." She was not allowed to finish!

"You snotty, thieving little bitch" he yelled, swinging a clenched fist at
Jill. She stepped aside, easily avoiding the flailing giant, who lost balance
and crashed to the floor. Elizabeth was rooted to the spot. She had never
before seen any violence this close and had certainly never been its intended
target. She regained her thoughts. She was in serious trouble. He was on his
feet, staggering towards her. His next swing caught her high on the side of her
head, knocking her across the bed onto the floor. She was badly dazed, her
thoughts raced as she saw him looming over her.

"NO PLEASE NO!" she screamed as he straddled her chest, his huge form crushing
the breath from her small frame. He raised himself up unsteadily on his knees
and shuffled forward until he was above her face. He took Elizabeth's hair in
both hands and pulls her head roughly off the carpet.

"Open wide little Miss Perfect." He pushed his semi-flaccid penis into
Elizabeth's mouth. She began to retch; the taste of his unwashed penis was
sickening.

"Suck bitch, suck it!"

Jill wept.

"Suck bitch or I'll put your f---in lights out!"

She knew he meant what he said. He began to move her quivering lips over the
still limp penis by pulling her up and down with her hair... She could see that
he was swaying; the excessive drinking made it difficult for him to remain
balanced. He was not comfortable with his position. He rolled off her, keeping
tight hold of her hair with his giant hand. He breathed heavily from the
drunken exertions.

He rolled back on top of Elizabeth, his huge frame squashing her small body
beneath him. He then very easily, forced her legs apart and tried to force his
penis into her with his free hand. The material of her panties was the only
barrier between them.

He moved his other hand roughly across her and fumbled under her dress until he
found the waste band of her knickers. He slipped his hand down the front of her
knickers and began to try and force a finger into her pussy.

"NO, please... don't" Elizabeth wept, her thoughts working overtime, looking
for a way out, desperate from this revolting situation. Still slightly groggy,
she was unable to stop the intrusive finger from penetrating her pussy. His
physical size together with the vice like grip on her hair made her helpless.
She was so dry; the penetrating finger was pulling at the inside walls of her
pussy.

What Elizabeth did next changed her life. The voice when it came was not that
of Elizabeth Philips. Where it came from she would never know, but it came,
thank God it came.

"Let ME take my panties off Uncle Jim, I want to f--- with you," Elizabeth said
in a whisper. Jim stopped what he was doing.

"What did you say?"

"I said, let me take my panties off, I want to f--- with you!" Elizabeth
repeated, stronger and more confidently than before. "I want to go on top, I
like it like that. Please let go."

He was mesmerised. His hazy mind told him that his dreams were about to be
answered. He removed his finger from Elizabeth's sore pussy. She winced with
pain. He then released her hair and again rolled off her.

"No tricks or I'll kill you" he slurred.

"No tricks, just a good time. Can I take my panties off now?"

"Be quick." He was feeling the effects of the alcohol and his exertions.

Elizabeth stood up. She nervously looked round the room.

"Please lie on the bed," she said. It was said in an irresistibly sexy way. She
had no doubt that he would comply. He struggled to roll onto his front and then
tried to get up. His legs deserted him.

"Let me help," said Elizabeth. She let him put an arm around her shoulder for
support. He managed to stand, and then with Elizabeth's help, staggered to the
bed. She released him and he fell face down onto the bed. With a lot of pushing
and pulling, he managed to turn over onto his back.

"Get your knickers off bitch," he slurred.

"I will, but first a drink."

Elizabeth picked up the newly opened bottle of Vodka and pretended to take a
large swallow. She then straddled Jim's waist. "First we drink and then we f--
-, ok?"

He grinned, a stupid grin that all drinkers recognise. "Ok," he said.

From her perch, Elizabeth had control. He wanted sex, he wanted drink. The
promise of both, willingly being offered was working. She held the bottle to
his lips and poured slowly. He drank like a baby from the bottle.

"First we drink, then we f---," he slurred. His head was spinning. Elizabeth
could see from the glazed eyes that he was losing it. She pretended to take
another large drink.

"Come on, I thought you could take a drink. You can't even keep up with me,"
said Elizabeth, teasing his mouth open with the bottle and pouring in more
drink.

He was slipping in and out of consciousness. Elizabeth, now confident that she
could keep him under her, moved up to straddle his chest.. She kept the Vodka
flowing into his willing mouth, until the bottle was almost empty. He was now
very drunk and incoherent. She looked down at him. She could only imagine the
secret horrors that Jill had suffered. The bastard. She hated him, wished him
dead. Elizabeth knew that she had it in her to kill him. What lay beneath her
confirmed that. If she could kill him and not be caught, she would do it,
without hesitation. But how?

He was moaning and mumbling, unaware now of her presence. Elizabeth felt it
safe to move. She was stiff and needed to stretch. She got off the bed and went
to the bathroom, desperate to pee. She squatted over the toilet, pulled down
her panties and emptied her bladder. She could find no tissue and so simply
pulled up her panties. After the events of the last 20 minutes, a residue of
pee soaking into her panty gusset was of little concern.

Elizabeth returned to the bedroom. Jim was stirring.

"Fu...c...k...i.n...g kills...t...h...e...b...i...t...c...h. f--
-...in...g.....prick......t.........e....ase....b...itch!

This, thing on the bed had tried to put his penis INSIDE her. He had put his
penis in HER mouth. He had pushed his finger into HER pussy. He had made her
Aunt's life a living hell. The smell of stale vomit and alcohol added to her
anger.

"Get here... bitch!" The heavy panting body on the bed demanded. That did it.
Elizabeth threw herself astride Jim, landing heavily on his heaving chest.

"Get off... ca...n`t....breathe......get...t....he...fu...ck......off," he
protested. He reached up and made a grab for Elizabeth. Her hands met his; the
test of strength began. Under normal circumstances it would have not been a
contest. The drink though had taken its toll and Elizabeth was able to ride out
the early struggles. She pushed against his hands until they began to give. She
felt him weakening quickly as She forced them to the bed above his shoulders.
Boosted by her success, she bounced up and down on his heaving chest, forcing
air from his lungs.

"Bastard," she hissed.

She shuffled further up his body until she was astride his upper chest, her
knees pinning the powerful shoulders. She then moved still further until she
pinned the palms of his hand with her knees. Elizabeth had taken control. She
was confident that he could not get out from beneath her.

She looked down. The half-closed flickering eyes, which tried to return her
gaze confirmed that Jim was again on his way to unconsciousness. The
combination of his exertions, the excess drink and her weight on his chest was
hastening him towards it. She was hot and sweaty. Elizabeth no longer felt
threatened and so quickly pulled her summer dress over her head and discarded
it over her shoulder. She sat astride him wearing only white bra and panties.

She squeezed her thighs together and held him firm. She then pinched his
nostrils together, forcing him to breathe through his mouth. He began to
struggle, his laboured breathing echoing around the room. Elizabeth held him
firm, riding out the struggles until he calmed. She held him for some minutes,
carefully studying him for signs of feigning. There were none. He had slipped
into a drink-induced sleep. She released his nostrils and considered her next
move.

"Let's see how you like this," she said, knowing full well that Jim was not
listening. She moved over his face, her pee stained panty gusset hovering
threateningly above his head. Slowly, very gently, Elizabeth lowered herself
onto his upturned face. She wriggled herself into a comfortable position and
then bore down on his face, full weight. His reaction was slow, but he
eventually responded. His eyes forced themselves open, his mind fighting to
comprehend what was happening. As he opened his mouth to protest, Elizabeth's
pussy dropped into the gap, forcing his jaws wide apart. His mouth was filled
with her tangy gusset. The force, with which she sat, prevented him closing his
mouth. Biting her to escape would not be an option. His cries of protest were
muffled against her panties.

"What's the matter UNCLE, don't we like it?" Elizabeth panted, the feeling of
power making her shiver. She reached down and wound the fingers of both hands
into his hair, just above his ears. She tore at his hair, pulling his face hard
into her pussy, crushing his nose and lips beneath her. She had him; he did not
have the strength to throw her. Elizabeth was smothering him.

In desperation he manages to find an enough remaining strength to pull his
hands out from beneath her knees. He first pulled and then clawed franticly at
her thighs, trying to part them, ripping and scratching at her skin. Elizabeth
knew that if she could stop the pain she could hold him, but she somehow had to
stop the pain. She had to hold on. He was weak and was close to exhaustion.

"STOP SCRATCHING!" she screamed, pulling his hair as hard as she could. Tears
welled in his eyes and began to flow freely.

"STOP IT NOW OR I PULL YOUR HEAD OFF, STOP, NOW!" It worked.

For twenty minutes she forced his face into her, restricting his breathing
until eventually he started to lose consciousness. His muffled breathing
quickened, causing his chest to move rapidly up and down.

Elizabeth felt the buzz. Deep from within came a shudder unlike anything she
had ever felt before. She swallowed hard, gripping the matted hair tighter,
pulling the his head harder to her. She realised that his movements had
stopped, he was now unconscious. The thought of this caused her breathing to
quicken, SHE had done it, and SHE had made him pass out.

Her panties were soaked through.. This was better than her fingers, better than
she had ever dreamed it could be. She unashamedly wanted to come on his face.

Elizabeth lifted herself up on her knees and positioned herself over Jim's
face. She took deliberate hold of his hair with both hands. Slowly she pulled
his head from the bed until it touched her pussy. She bit hard on her lip, her
eyes closed.

"Yes, oh god yes!" she breathed.

She lowered his head, down from her pussy, and then pulled it back up again,
gently, gradually building up a faster rhythm until she was banging the
lifeless face hard into her pussy. She was using his face to f--- herself to
orgasm through her sodden panties. She was out of control, oblivious to
everything but her pleasure. She began to thrust herself down at the same time
as pulling him into her, smashing face and pussy together.

"Oh f---, oh f---, f---, f---, Yessssssssssssssssssssssssss!" she screamed.

Her orgasm arrived. Spasms jerked at her muscles, her pussy and anus
contracting in violent orgasm as she forced herself down onto the face beneath
her, pushing Jim's head deep into the mattress. She held his face hard into
her, keeping it to her pussy, unable to move, unable to endure movement against
her clit, it was too much to stand if she moved. Her juices flowed.

She remained still, trembling from her exertions, shaking and sobbing. The fear
that she felt from the intensity of her orgasm had gone; she was weeping with
relief that it was over and at the same time from the joy, which she had
experienced. She knew now that her life would be different, so different.

Elizabeth moved back until she sat aside his neck. She needed time to think.
The consequences for her if she allowed his recovery were not worth thinking
about. She had seen the real Jim and did not doubt that he would come after
her.

Dirty, filthy, dark, disgusting thoughts raced through her mind. She hated him.
Hated everything that he and his parasitic kind stood for. She had to stop him
from ever abusing another woman. She decided there and then that she would kill
him. She thought about how she could do it. The answer came to her in an
instant.

He was already unconscious and very weak. All she had to do was to stop his
breathing. Simply to cover his nose and mouth would be sufficient. She looked
round for inspiration. A pillow? No. Not a good enough seal. Perhaps her
fingers pinching his nose and her hands over his mouth, maybe. Elizabeth
shuddered as her mind gave her an unthinkable alternative. What if she sat on
him? On his face and stayed there until he stopped breathing? Her pussy
tingled.

The back of his head hit the carpeted floor with a sickening thud as Elizabeth
rolled him from the bed. She positioned him face-up on and contemplated her
next move as her excitement grew. She removed her panties and threw them onto
the bed. Fear and excitement came as one. She needed the bathroom and moved
away from his prone body. She came to a halt.

"Bastard," she whispered as she walked back over to where he lay.

She squatted down, facing his feet until her buttocks brushed his nose.

"This is for Jill."

The hissing, almost silent gassy fart enveloped his features and then ripped
loudly as she forced herself to expel more, before she dropped down onto his
face in a perfect open kneed face sit. She shuddered again, the tingle in her
pussy resonating deep inside her. She then lifted herself into a squat, six
inches above his face and released a torrent of pee, flooding his nasal
passages and open mouth with the hot burning liquid. Elizabeth continued to
flood his face until his coughing began to revive him slightly, at which point
she forced herself to stop. His eyes began to roll, stinging from the effects
of the hot liquid.

She dropped hard onto his face, worried that he may still have enough strength
to stop her - he did not. She could feel the level of his resistance and
immediately began to relax. She knew that he was hers, whenever she wanted to
finish him.

Elizabeth settled into position, his nose blocked by her anus, his mouth by her
pussy. She could feel her thrill increasing as her swollen clitoris was forced
against his desperately sucking lips as they searched for air. She reached for
her crumpled dress and unthreaded its belt, which she decided she would use to
help the smother. She lifted slightly and threaded it behind Jim's neck, until
she held one end of it in each hand. She was ready.

She forced Jim's head upright with her ankles and positioned herself over his
face. He was again unconscious and offering no resistance. She pulled her firm
buttocks apart and forced her anus hard against his nose, squashing it to his
face. Her pussy covering his mouth. It worked; the seal was perfect. She
wriggled herself down until she was sure that all air inlets had been fully cut
off. She then took each end of the belt and pulled hard, forcing his head up to
meet her, crushing his face to her smothering buttocks.

For the next few minutes she pulled on the belt, whilst at the same time
forcing herself down on her victim, crushing the last breaths from him. She
rocked herself gently backwards and forwards, bringing herself towards another
orgasm. She rode out his last convulsions before she felt the thumping heart
beneath her stop. She knew he was dead.

She felt safe. She released the belt and began to ride his face, backwards and
forwards, mashing and rubbing her pussy and clit against him. To her he still
had a use. She was bruising herself with the viciousness of her movements but
so intense was her pleasure she would not feel it until later.

"Yes... Yes... YES!" she screamed as the first wave of orgasm hit.

As her come intensified, she pulled her dripping panties aside and began to
move up and down, bouncing, forcing his nose in and out of her pussy, using it
as a penis. It was a final symbol of her contempt. She rode out her orgasm
until through sheer exhaustion; she fell forwards and collapsed onto the still
form beneath her... She was spent. She was also guilty of murder!


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