This is a fantasy story and any resemblance to persons or institutions is unintentional and the author apologises unreseredly for any hurt thereby experienced by any person
"I'm sorry uncle Ryan." she said simply as I loosened her gag.
"No you're not, not yet Lucie May, you will be, but not yet."
I checked the bindings on her arms again, "Have you any idea what it's like for a convicted rapist in the County Pen."
"No, Uncle Ryan." she agreed.
"So why did you do it, why did you lie? Why tell the Sheriff that I did those things to you?"
"You were mean to me." she exclaimed.
"What in the hell do you mean, mean to you?" I said
"You never noticed me, even when I bought the yellow dress and showed you my panties when I sat down." she explained.
"Panties, you never wore no panties." I told her.
"You ignored me." she said, "I didn't like it."
"My Dad beat me up, your dad beat me up," I remembered and told her "My own Mom kicked me out the house and back down the Jail house when the Sheriff let me out, they all believed you and not me, and they all said I had to plead guilty to save you the embarrassment of testifying, you lying little bitch."
"I'm so sorry, I'll do anything to make it right," she wailed.
"Not one visit, not one phone call or card for five years, hell I got maximum parole, I could still be there!" I yelled at her. She cringed in her dark blue dress with the grey cardigan over it, her bare legs with white socks and black low heel shoes, her jacket lay beside her.
"You're my brother's little girl, my niece for Christs sake." I reminded her.
"And you never fancied me?" she sort of said, like half way asked.
"I got a hard on every time I seed you." I admitted, "You understand that I got to punish you don't you."
"Yes," she agreed.
"Proper punished," I said, "So you never forget."
"Yes." she said quietly.
"So you fucked Jimmy Plant right through did you? I guess you must have to tell the Sheriff all them details."
"No, just the twice, the first time he was sweet and then the other her tore my blouse, and Dad got mad, and I thought how mean you were so I blamed you."
"You ruined my life, I never did high school because of you, I never had a girl in five solid years, can you understand that, I'm twenty two years old and." I couldn't say it.
"I couldn't admit I was lying!" she said quietly, as she lay in the dirt of the trunk of my 72 Dodge Charger.
"No but I reckon you turned eighteen last May." I announced "And screwin nieces ain't incest in this County."
I looked at her cases piled in the Charger, it was so simple to just lift her right off the street when she was changing buses at Union Square, she knew instantly she didn't have a chance. The .38 stuck in my waistband proved that, and she came real quietly, it wasn't till we hit the mountains that I put her cases in the car and her in the Trunk. I trussed her up like a turkey, gagged her and she never protested at all.
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Bernard Maffin had done twenty five years inside for rape and incest, there was not one thing about perversion he didn't know about and he had taught a lot me during long long nights when I shared a cell with him after I left youth wing at the Pen and joined the seniors when I turned eighteen.
"You keep your own council boy." he told me, "I ain't had a hard in ten years, but that's our secret." When other inmates were having their ass holes reamed out the size of a mans fist old Bernard just told tales of girls and stuff, "You just goof off son," he said as he told me about the girls he screwed and the lies they told when their daddies found what dirty little sluts they were.
Bernard was a true friend he never laid a finger on me, and he liked describing what he done and what he would do to low-life bitches when he got out as much as I liked to hear him talk and all he would say was "Better Son?" when he heard the clanging of my Jism on the side of the can as I goofed off, but now he was out and helping run the chicken ranch in Manson, Bideford County, just a mile over the state line from Chablis in the Commonwealth.
Bernard told me how to get even, "You got to take them right to hell, burn their minds out then you get even," he said, and that's where we were headed.
I took Lucie May into the Chicken Ranch, I unbinded her and let her ride up front with me the last mile or so, there was a bored looking angel on reception. An Angel in a tight black leather jacket maybe three sizes too small which gaped open showing her black brassiere with the cutest DD cup titties crafted from pure silicone, and back fishnet tights and black stilettoes and an impossibly tight, impossibly short tiny little red leather skirt. A blonde Angel with the cutest little button nose that bone saw and scalpel could craft and flashing green eyes.
"Hi, I'm Ryan McCabe" I said, "and this is Lucie-May, Mr Mafin said he had spot for her?"
"More like Lucy will," the Angel said "or maybe Lucy will for twenty dollars, Oh." the girl realised "You're the bitch that cried rape!"
"I was raped, I just said uncle Ryan did it when it was someone else." she explained.
"Then you're a total bitch," the Angel insisted, "I'll show you your rooms."
Lucie looked at me, the woman continued, "Sure Honey we got separate rooms, you can sleep with Mr Ryan if he decides to fuck you maybe, but for now he gets a nice plain Motel room and you go to work.
"I'm Sassy by the way, Saskia," the woman said, "I'll give you rest room two, Lucie," she added as she collected the keys from the board, "Then I'll get you settled in room twenty two."
I took Lucie- May's cases and followed Saskia to the rest room, "This is the Mens, you can start here."
It was a small room with a wash basin and hand drier, all nicely tiled, and to one side a wooden door, Saskia opened it, there was a cubicle, tiled throughout, floors walls, not the ceiling obviously, but up as far as five feet was white glazed tiles , the ceiling was white and the tops of the walls but there was just a pole maybe five feet high and five inches round and in front this hole maybe eight inches around.
There was another door beside it and Saskia ordered, "Put her cases in there." and pointed, I opened the door, it was just a store room.
"Go on in Lucie." Saskia ordered, "Now, get her lifted up Mr McCabe, slip that pole up her back inside her dress and lets get her strapped up.
"Uncle Ryan!" Lucie squealed, "What is this?"
"A urinal." Saskia suggested, "Some guys will maybe jerk off but mainly they just take aim at you and let fly when they need a leak."
"Hush girl." I said and held her tight as I lifted her up and Saskia guided the pole up the groove of Lucie's ass cheeks and on up stretching and splitting her dress and slipping inside her bra strap till she sat down on the floor with her ass over the hole.
Saskia quickly wrapped straps around Lucie's waist and under her tits trapping her elbows to her side and waist and one around her neck to keep her steady.
"They ratchet tight and need a three eighths hex key to release," Saskia said helpfully.
