Hannah's Discipline

I took a long drag of my cigarette and rubbed my eyes as I turned a corner. My headlights struggled against the darkness permeating the narrow country lanes as I drove around searching for my niece.

Well, my wife's niece. I'd pretty much washed my hands of that royal pain in the ass.

Hannah had come to live with us a few months prior. Her mother had finally cracked after years of dealing with Hannah's erratic, borderline insane, bullshit behaviour. My wife, being the great person she is, begged me to let her stay in our guest room. I agreed, thinking that we could maybe provide a bit of stability.

Christ, was I wrong. She'd almost immediately started helping herself to my booze, stealing my cigarettes, I was fairly sure she'd taken some twenties from my wallet. I'd had to throw several gormless idiots out of my house that were supposedly her new "friends" but looked like they'd strolled in straight from a crackhouse.

And, yet again, she'd fucked off to go clubbing with people she barely knew, not bothering to let us know, ignoring our calls, no doubt intending to stroll in sometime tomorrow. My wife, beside herself, woke me up and begged me to go and find her.

So there I was, driving aimlessly between home and town in my boxers and a gym shirt after rolling out of bed at dumbass o'clock in the morning. I was getting steadily more pissed off as the minutes went by, knowing I'd be up for work at 6am.

I came to town and headed to a bar I knew she liked. Before I got there, I lucked across her walking in the other direction.

She was nineteen, fairly short, with long chestnut hair, wearing a fabric dress that was pulled so tight over her chest that you could see her bra. The dress barely reached the middle of her thighs, fitting tightly over her butt. She was laughing without a care in the world, walking arm in arm with a young guy around her age.

I rolled down the window as I pulled up next to them. "Hannah, get in the damn car," I growled.

Her face twisted in irritation as she saw me. "For fuck's sake. Leave me alone, I'm fine. I'm staying with Rob tonight," she said, indicating the guy.

I slammed the handbrake up and got out of the car. "The fuck you are. Get in the car."

She grabbed the guy's arm and glared at me. "Fuck off, Adam. I'm not going anywhere with you."

"Lisa wants you home. So shut up and get in the car," I spat, anger brewing in my chest. I reached out to grab her arm, but the guy shoved my hand out the way.

He puffed out his chest and began squaring up to me. "She told you to fuck off, man. So maybe you should fuck off."

His cheeks reddened as I burst out laughing. It might've been an impressive display if he were 100lbs heavier with more than three hairs on his chin. I was by no means a fighter or a particularly violent guy, but I had fifteen years, 100lbs, and about 7 inches on him, not to mention five years in the military.

"Leave it alone, bud. She's coming home." I reached for her again, only for him to shove my arm for a second time. A moment later he was falling to the floor, curling over, after my fist had found his gut.

"What the fuck, you psycho!" Hannah screeched as she crouched down to attend to him.

"He'll be fine. We're leaving." She struggled in vain as I dragged her into the passenger side of the car, leaving the guy on the floor. I slammed the door shut, got in, and spun around to head home.

I pointedly ignored Hannah's rants and threats for about fifteen minutes, until I pulled up by a field a mile or so from home. By this point she'd settled into a sullen silence, so I switched off the ignition and lit another cigarette.

"Hannah, you-," I began.

She cut me off. "Fuck off, psycho. Soon as we're home I'm calling the police, they're gonna fucking lock you up," she yelled at me. I watched her silently as she continued shouting the odds, before she finally trailed off.

"Finished?" I asked. She just glared at me. "Good. You're Lisa's family. She loves you. I, however, care about you only so far as your safety makes my wife happy. If you wanna go out and act like a fucking moron, that's your business." She opened her mouth to voice some angry retort but I ploughed on. "Just don't make it my issue. Send her a text or something, anything, to let her know you aren't facedown in a ditch, and I won't have to come looking for you."

"Lisa's a cunt. So are you." She opened the door and climbed out. I took a long drag and flicked the cig away as I got out aswell. The anger in my chest was roaring, burning hotter than I'd ever felt it. She began marching toward the field, but I reached her within seconds and grabbed her arm, hard.

I roughly spun her around and pulled her toward me, pressing her body against mine. Her face was inches from my own. "Don't talk shit about Lisa in front of me."

"Or what? What are you gonna do?" She sneered at me for a few moments. "You gonna kick me out? We both know Lisa will side with me. Especially when I tell her about this." She glanced down.

I realised that her arm was sandwiched between us, her hand pressing into my slowly stiffening cock. She gripped her shaft through the boxers and gave it a squeeze. I hurriedly let her go and she moved back a step. She grinned.

"I can't wait to tell her about how quickly you started getting hard just from touching my arm." She laughed scornfully. "I bet you think about me all the time. You wanna fuck me, that it?"

"You can walk home, I'm done." I began to turn.

"Hey, I don't blame you. I can't imagine Lisa being a great fuck," she taunted.

"Shut up Hannah." I was so angry my vision had started to blur, my hands had started to shake.

She laughed, knowing she'd struck a nerve. "You wanna see my body, that it?" She lifted her dress slightly to give me a flash of her black underwear and her soft, pale thighs before dropping it back down. I felt the blood rushing to my cock. "There, you can have that mental image for next time. It's a shame really, you've got a pretty good dick. Sad it's being wasted on that frigid bitch," she continued laughing.

The next moments were a blur. I'd never felt such fury. I'd never hated someone so much. I'd never wanted to fuck someone so badly.

I stepped forward and struck her, hard, with the back of my hand. She wailed in shock and fell back onto her ass, supporting herself on an elbow. Before she'd even hit the floor, I was lunging for her, my hand grasping her soft, chestnut hair at the back of her head in a tight, vice-like grip. As I forced her to face upward to look at me, she cried out, "What the fu-?"

She didn't get a chance to finish before I slapped her with my other hand. "You wanna play games with me, bitch?" I slapped her again, eliciting a pained gasp. "You think you can talk shit as much as you want? You fucking..."

I saw red, and dragged her by her hair to a kneeling position. I pulled my cock out from my boxers, her eyes widening at the sight of it. I gripped her cheeks tightly. "This is what happens when you run your mouth in front of me." I slapped her again for good measure, took my cock in my hand, then guided it to her lips.

She fought against me for a second, trying to push me away. I smacked her cheek again with the back of my hand, and shoved the head of my cock into her mouth as it opened in pain. I grimaced as I felt her teeth grazing me. I viciously shook her head by her hair and placed my other hand on her throat. Her eyes flashed up to mine, full of fear, as I began to squeeze. She got the message and opened her mouth wider, moving her teeth out of the way.

I pushed back in, and once I felt her warm saliva beginning to coat the head, I released her throat. She had tears in her eyes as she looked up at me, but I was long beyond the point of remorse or empathy.

She started to gag as I forced her head toward my hips, taking more and more of my cock into her mouth. She still had two inches to go by the time I felt her starting to choke. I tutted and pulled back slightly, yanking her hair back to make eye contact. "That 'frigid bitch' can take me. Gonna have to do better if you wanna talk shit about my wife."

Her eyes widened again as I placed a hand on either side of her head. She started trying to mumble something around my cock, but I cut her off by forcing her head toward my hips again. She began choking and hitting my legs with her hands as I forced myself deep into her mouth, becoming more frantic second by second, until I moved her backward.

She coughed and gasped for breath as I pulled my cock fully out of her mouth for a moment. I rested my cock, drenched in her saliva, against her cheek, waiting for her to recover. She gasped, "What the fuck is wrong with you, man?"

I just laughed in response and grabbed her hair once again, shoving my cock back into her mouth. I repeated the process, forcing myself as far back as I could and holding there, enjoying the warmth and wetness, along with the panicked convulsions of her throat. I only moved back when I saw the tears streaming down her pretty little asshole face for a few seconds.

I released her slightly, but rather than fully exiting, I decided to use her. I gripped both sides of her hair again, grabbing a handful of her nicely made up hair as I did. I began forcing her up and down my shaft. She continued whimpering and I drank it up like sustenance. This arrogant little shit had caused my wife and I so many problems over the last few months, and I'd held my temper. But now that the banks were broken, I was going to use her as my personal toy until I was satisfied.

I continued using her throat like a human fleshlight for a minute or so, before once again forcing her hair down toward my hips. She almost reached the base before the choking began. I held her there for slightly longer than before, until she was almost twisting in her convulsions, before yanking her hair back, freeing my cock from her mouth in one fluid motion.

I didn't get her any time to catch her breath before I pulled her up by her hair until she was standing. I dragged her to the car, throwing her against the side and pinning her against it with my body. Her head was turned, my hand still in her hair, one side of her face pressed against the back door. I leaned forward and licked the tears rolling down her cheek. "Almost took it all. You were almost good for something," I breathed into her ear, my free hand finding its way under her dress to feel a plump asscheck.

"You're... Fucking insane..." she panted, still fighting to recover her breath. I laughed and yanked her away from the door, opening and behind her over the back seat, forcing her head down to the fabric.

I pulled her dress up over her ass and ran my fingers across her underwear, feeling the wetness between her thighs. I moved down and pressed two fingers into the material over her clit, chuckling as her legs start quivering.

The pressure on her clit seemed to rouse her slightly from her dazed state, and she started struggling again. "Adam, stop! Fucking stop dude, you're acting like a psycho!" the desperation in her voice only serving to fan the flames.

I shoved her head down harder into the seat as I leaned in and spoke into her ear. "This is my night, Hannah. Tonight, you're mine to do what I want with. And I'm gonna fuck you until you pass out, covered head to toe in my cum." I leaned back and began pulling her underwear off.

"Adam, please, stop, this is insane." She pleaded as I pulled her panties over her heels. "You can't, you're my uncle, you can't, I'll tell Lisa, I'll - Ahh!" She squealed in pain as I slapped her asscheek, hard. She cried out again as I slapped the other one, then twice again as I gave each of them another strike.

"I'm not your uncle. You're some arrogant little hoe that my wife happens to be related to. You gonna keep shouting? I can do this either way."

She squirmed and yelled louder. "Yeah I'm gonna keep fucking shouting, you're a fucking nutjo- Mmf!" She mumbled in revulsion as I shoved her balled up panties in her mouth. I held my hand tight over her mouth until she calmed down after a few seconds.

"Shut up, Hannah. No-one's coming to help you. No-one gives a fuck. You keep those in your mouth, or you'll feel much more than my hand on your ass." I moved my hand from her mouth and pressed her face even harder into the seat.

I leaned back, grabbed my cock and guided it between her thighs, gliding the head along her lips to coat it in her wetness. She was shivering like a lead, and I took a moment to savour the sight of her perfect, plump little ass, before pressing myself into her.

I heard a high pitched squeal even through the gag as I entered. I inched into her, stretching her around me and feeling her warmth embracing my shaft. She squeaked in pain as the last couple of inches went in, until I was fully up to the base.

I stayed there for a moment as my hands found their way to her asscheeks, both of which were already beginning to turn a deep red. She yelped as I gave each of them another strike, just to see them jiggle around my cock. She turned her head to the side, and I saw fresh tears in her eyes despite them being tightly shut. Her mouth was slightly open, a tiny stream of saliva running down from the balled up panties that she'd been wearing moments before.

The sight made my cock almost ache. I pulled back and rammed forward, setting a fast, rough rhythm that reverberated through her entire body.

Her walls gripped me in a tight, wet hold while she breathed rapidly and shallowly through her nose. She'd opened her eyes and was staring uncomprehendingly into space as I fucked. I thrust myself fully in again and leaned forward to grasp her hair, pulling her head back and continuing to pound into her, revelling in the more throaty sound she now released with each thrust.

It wasn't long until I felt my cock twitching, desperate to explode inside of her.

Too soon, I thought.

I eased myself out of her and stepped back slightly. She didn't make any attempts to get up, but lay there shaking. Her legs were straight, her high heels still firmly on the ground, dress pulled up to expose her ass, with her upper body still pressed into the backseat, her underwear still in her mouth. My body was screaming at me to dive back into her and fill her until I was utterly drained. I growled slightly, taking a moment to calm myself.

I reached into the front through the open window and grabbed my phone. There was no way this view was going to waste. Her eyes flickered to me, seeing me taking photos, and despite grumbling quietly through her gag, she just lay there breathing deeply.

I lay the phone down and grabbed her dress, lifting it further. She moved her arms up without argument, letting me pull it over her head. I didn't take it off fully, leaving it wrapped around her forearms. Her bra matched the panties, a lacy, black item that had delicate straps all over. I left it for the moment, instead choosing to flip her over to face me and move her further onto the backseat.

She glared at me silently, mouth still unable to fully close due to the gag. I grinned and fished the panties out of her mouth, placing them next to her head in case she started pissing me off. She took a few deep breaths, and I was almost hypnotised as her chest pushed out with each one.

I ran my tongue over my teeth as I took a breast in each hand. They were bigger than I'd realised until seeing her in this moment, each of them a perfect handful. I grinned as I gave them a squeeze. "You were right, you know. I've wanted to fuck you and suck on these for months."

She snorted. "Yeah, never would've known. Fucking creep, you've been staring at me ever since I moved in. You done?"

I chuckled. "Not even close, you spoiled little bitch." With that, I ripped the bra open, watching her tits spill out. Her nipples were hard, the cool night air hitting them only made them firm up more. I rolled one with each thumb, before leaning down and taking one in my mouth.

"What the fuck, dude," Hannah snorted as my tongue began rolling the nipple around. "You really ar- fuck!" She yelped as I bit down slightly, just hard enough to shut her up. She settled back into a sullen silence as I enjoyed myself, before glaring at me when I took some photos. I forced her to arch her back and push her chest out. Legs wet from my cock, tits pushed toward me, her angry little tear-streaked, red-cheeked face staring furiously at the roof. It was almost a shame that I wouldn't be able to show Lisa the photos.

She started squirming again after a moment or two. "We're done, right? Get the fuck off of me." She snapped.

I reached down and roughly grabbed her face again, painfully squeezing her cheeks together. "We'll be done once I've emptied my balls down your throat," I smiled. She began blustering again as I whipped off my t-shirt and threw it on the front seat.

I ducked into the back and climbed on top of her. I pushed her legs apart as far as I could in the tight space and guided my cock back inside her. I sighed in satisfaction as I felt her gripping me again, and hooked my arms under her shoulders to prop myself on my elbows. I felt her tits against my chest, her hard nipples pressing against my skin.

I began with a quick rhythm, her breathing quickly speeding up to almost match my thrusting. She grimaced as I kissed her, refusing to open her mouth to my probing tongue.

I grinned and breathed into her ear. "This'll be a lot easier if you just do what I want."

She glared at me. "Fuck you." She began wriggling beneath me, struggling against my weight.

I chuckled and began pounding into her with slower, more powerful strokes, her entire body quivering with each thrust. I kissed her again, smirking as she wriggled and turned her face away from mine. She shivered as I licked the tears from her cheek and laid a hand on her throat.

"Look at me," I breathed. She continued staring at the back seat. "You want me to cum inside?"

I felt her stiffen. She slowly turned her face back to mine. I kissed her, and her lips reluctantly parted. I grinned in victory as I felt her legs wrapping around me.

My cock has been aching for release for what seemed like hours. I extricated myself from her and then dragged her out of the car. Her dress was still bunched around her hands, her arms now in a position to her front. I used the dress to drag her down to her knees.

I tilted her chin up to look at me, before guiding my cock toward her lips. She silently opened her mouth, refusing to meet my gaze. As my shaft moved further past her lips, I felt myself about to blow.

Each of my hands gripped a side of her head and I barely twitched my hips twice before the floodgates opened. My world went temporarily black. The most intense orgasm of my life wracked my body as I spent myself, pulse after pulse down her throat.

She gasped as I pulled myself out, heaving for air as my cum dribbled out from both sides of her mouth. She spluttered and heaved as I fetched my phone again. I grabbed her by the hair and dragged her up to face the phone. My cum had dripped from her mouth down to her chest, small spots visible on her tits.

I shoved my cock back into her mouth. "Lick it clean."

She glared at me, but I felt her tongue working itself along my head. I groaned softly as I took my photos. I pulled my cock out and reached down to scoop some of the cum from her tits, then raised the finger to her mouth. Still staring at the camera, she dutifully licked my finger clean. I repeated until her tits were mostly clear, videoing the whole process.

Once done, I threw the phone back on the front seat, grabbed a cigarette and a lighter, lit up, and leaned back against the car door. Hannah hadn't moved from her kneeling position. She was staring at me, breathing deeply.