Kate had a full life, but a life she didn't feel complete in. She still didn't know how her parents died, why she wasn't allowed to keep anything of theirs or why she was dumped to the side as unwanted. That she was like she was because of the experience never occurred to her, that her life was what it was because of it didn't occur to her. What mattered was she wanted to find out.
A week after getting her driver's license, she took the car to drive to her old neighborhood in the next city. She found her parents' house, looking it up to see the title was transferred only once, to David Wilson, her uncle. From what she could find out, he either lived there or rented it out and it was time to find out which.
She rang the doorbell, a woman in her mid-twenties opening the door. Kate asked for David Wilson, was told he wasn't home and to come back to sell later. Kate told her she wasn't selling anything, she wanted to talk to him. The woman looked her over.
"Yeah, whatever you did with him, isn't going to happen here. So, get lost, little girl, and find another sugar daddy. David's ours."
She went to shut the door, but Kate pushed it open, taking the woman off her stride as she came in, closing the door and grabbing the woman by the arm. The woman blinked as she felt so calm, so pleasant, so, so, damn, so aroused.
A twin came in from the next room, came over to rescue her sister only to have the same feelings. In a matter of a few minutes, they were so aroused they could barely understand the questions even as they answered them.
David Wilson owned the place the twins living there for the sex and a place to live. All they had to do was show they desired him, and he let them stay. They openly let Kate find the checkbook, got the password for the computer, and spend an hour going through Uncle David's records as she sat in a chair, her bare feet and legs lying on the bare back of the twin sisters who kept moaning softly at the muscle movements as Kate wagged her feet back and forth.
Kate learned her parents died in a car accident, a two-car accident where the other driver was distracted by their phone. Uncle David sued and won almost half a million dollars for the orphaned niece, Kate noticing she received none of it. He set himself up as the trustee with full access to the money until Kate turned eighteen, but then Kate never knew of the accounts so she would collect. Besides, according to his own records, he blew through most of it already.
David Wilson came home two hours later to hear someone in the bedroom having a great orgasm. He shook his head as he took off his suit coat and tie. Little bitches couldn't even wait for him. More sounds came as the other one seemed to cum, and he hoped for their sakes they had enough energy to satisfy him.
The tie wrapped around his neck, the cloth strong enough as he was twirled and flung into the wall. He shook his head as a chair slammed into his knees, David hopping at the impact before he was tossed into the chair, falling on the floor, looking at the ceiling. His briefcase appeared, the edge slamming down between his legs, his balls taking the brunt as he screamed in pain, doubling over.
He heard sounds of sex from the next room but didn't have time to wonder why they ignored his scream as he was tossed into the wall about waist high, dropping to the floor for the briefcase to slam into his forehead. He shook his head as he tried to push it away, his leg yanked into the air as he was dragged to the couch where he was picked up and slammed into the couch. He was flung from there to the wall again, the chair again slamming into his knees.
The noise was louder from the bedroom as it sounded like both were having more orgasms. Damn, they better have... the thought was lost as something grabbed his balls and neck, David being shoved and rubbed against the wall four times before being tossed to the floor. He tried to get up, a hand of some kind grabbing his balls as he slid across the floor, his head hitting the chair, sending it away before it returned to hit him in the head.
His balls were well gripped as he was lifted by that body part, being twirled in a circle around the living room, his screams cut off with a slap to his head. He was simply tossed to the side, recovering as the sex sounds kept coming to him. Damn, what a time for the twin whores to be in sync, as his balls hurt. He slowly got up, gripping the couch to stand, swaying as he tried to get his balance. He took a few steps forward, his body lurching, but he made headway. As he got to the hallway, his pants fell to the floor, he stumbled and fell heavily, his arms and knees hurting from the fall.
He was dragged back, carpet burns on the exposed skin as he was again grabbed by the balls to be twirled around, some vomit issuing this time in place of the screams he wanted to make. He was soon flung into the couch, bouncing off the back and landing on the floor. He didn't move, he was too sore and too confused.
There were footsteps as David lay staring at the couch only a few inches before him. Someone, more than one person, came down the hallway and went out the front door, the house going quiet. David took a few minutes to take stock before rolling over to see he was alone. He got up, taking several minutes to get up to stagger down the hallway to find no one in the bedroom. No one, in fact, even in the house though the sheets showed activity and the smell was of recent sex.
He staggered back to look out the window, seeing no one in sight, not even the twins. Well, goodbye to good times, at least for them. It was easy to replace them.
He made no effort to report to the police as he took a few days to recover before going to work, coming home to find someone had been in the house. Damn it, he forgot the twins had keys and he never changed the locks. He reached for his phone to call for a locksmith, discovering the phone was no longer in his pocket.
There was flour mixed with water all over the kitchen floor, the paste drying so he couldn't just mop it up. Something grabbed his balls, upending him into the mess, his body being rubbed all over the mess, smearing it all over him. He looked around, still seeing no one around as he went to stand, a pot of hot water now boiling on the stove. He looked at it, wondering how it happened when his pants were suddenly yanked down, the pot flying off the stove, the boiling hot water splashed on his exposed cock and balls. David screamed as he tried to push some of the water away, but he was again on the floor, his burning crotch being rubbed along the flour mess.
Three days later he sat on the couch, looking around as the front door opened, a familiar woman walking inside, walking over to the table, sitting down, tossing a pile of papers on the table. David looked at the intruder before it came to him.
"Kate?"
"Surprise, Uncle David. The orphaned girl you discarded to the curb, the one you tossed away like garbage has returned. How did you phrase it back then? A teen girl will only hamper my lifestyle so find some place to dump her, just not here. Ah, yes, the sweet sounds of a concerned family member."
She looked at her uncle.
"You look like shit but then you did use me to win half a million before blowing most of it on your own needs. Like paying girls for sex? What a lifestyle you got; a man so full of shit he has to pay women to blow him."
"What I do is none of your business." he stood up, "You should leave."
"You should make me." she smiled, "Besides, you haven't signed these documents giving me the title of the house, car, and all your accounts."
"Fuck off, you little bitch. You sound like your parents, you know that? Get a job, David, earn some money and stop fucking around. Yeah, you get nothing."
"I have a pen if you know how to use one."
He moved to close in on her, his hands opening and closing. He was going to happily throttle the little bitch. He worked hard to earn that lawsuit and wasn't going to hand anything over to her or anyone else. More so since his brother doted on his wife and this brat. Always reading or walking together, playing as a family, helping with homework. What a wimp, a real man didn't do all that but then his brother was a wimp when it came to any female he cared about.
The wife was pretty, her genes passed to the daughter. He remembered when he was staying there, she'd dance and sing in the kitchen as she made dinner, her body swaying, enticing him. He wanted to follow up on that promise of delights, but the brat was usually there, dancing and singing with her mom. Yeah, and the brat thought he might take her in? Or now, give her anything he had? No way.
Ten minutes later he stared with unfocused eyes as he signed where he was told, not even knowing what he signed. He listed all his accounts, his passwords and security questions. For a week, David moved like a zombie, often tripping, and falling repeatedly to the floor or into the wall. By the end of two weeks, he owned nothing, Kate now having her own car, house, and all of his possessions, even the hidden items from his safe deposit box.
His first moments of clarity were in an iron cage, naked except for a cock cage, in a room looking like an old-time dungeon. Smelled like one too as two men came in, bare chested, leather pants and boots the only attire on them. Neither spoke as they handled chains and tested pulleys, before opening the cage, dragging Uncle David out, his life about to change forever.
Cunt puppy was busy watching Miss Kate ride the man around the corral. The man wore only a saddle on his back, reins, and bit in his mouth as he trotted on two legs, Miss Kate in the saddle as she urged him to trot. The man had an erection, cunt puppy almost laughing as he tried trotting.
Looking at the circle pole just outside the corral, Mistress Janet was standing by the pole, a long switch in her hand as she hit the twin ponies trotting as the circle moved. The twin ponies were new to the farm and Mistress Janet was trying to get them to learn how to trot, canter, and other things as they wore boots with horseshoes on them, along with various straps of leather around their bodies. One of the twins had darker hair than the other, the only way cunt puppy could tell them apart. She often crawled into the barn, sniffing at the entrance of their stalls but all they did was stomp the ground a few times and let out a whinny or two. They weren't much fun to chase or play with, so she ignored them for the most part.
She crawled into the barn as Miss Kate rode the man inside, the man stopping just before a stall so Miss Kate could dismount, stepping down from the back to walk around the man, still holding the reins.
"Did horsy have fun? Did horsy enjoy giving me a ride?"
The man stamped his foot on the ground twice as his head nodded up and down. His erection bobbed along in time with the head. He stood still as Miss Kate looped the reins around a pole, going behind him to unbuckle the saddle, the cinch around his waist, the horn attached to the straps going over his shoulders. The stirrups hung straight down, adjusted for Miss Kate to ride on the part of the saddle that moved out and away from the back. She pulled it off, slapping it over a stall door.
She removed the reins and bit from his mouth, the bit with hard rubber showing some teeth marks which she admonished him as his erection kept bobbing up and down. She set them over the same stall door, before shaking her head at him.
"Really? I don't remember you being so hard when I rode you before."
He cracked his jaw a few times before answering.
"Sorry, Mistress Kate, but this was far different than me crawling on sand as you rode me. I'm upright and well, I'll just say it was much more exciting to me to be rode this way, to be taught how to trot for you."
"Try to keep in mind you pay Mistress Janet for this time. I just did the riding."
