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..."
