Uncle Ricy's Favorite

Trigger Warning The following piece of art may be offensive to some people because it contains rape fantasy, which is not real. Real rape is wrong. This is for people who enjoy rape as a fantasy or role-play and is not intended to be real or to be reproduced in any way.

This story also contains incest. Click carefully.

*****

It was Easter Sunday and I arrived at 9:00am just the way my Aunt Clara had requested. I thought it was a bit on the early side but I knew that she needed me to help her with the cooking. I rang the doorbell, eager to get started. I should have known better than to expect the expected. To say my family was dysfunctional was a gross understatement. In fact, my family was one of the most fucked up families I had ever heard of.

Most of the time things seemed normal. People looking in from the outside probably thought we were just a bunch of normal people, but I knew different. I knew all about the secrets that my family kept hidden. I could hear movement inside the house, but when the door opened it wasn't Aunt Clara. It was Uncle Ricky. My heart skipped a beat, and then I felt it fall down through my abdomen until it felt like it was in my feet.

"Uncle Ricky! What are you doing here?"

"Tara, come on in. It's cold outside. Let me warm you up with a hug." He pulled me into the entryway and closed the door. He gave me a long, hard hug and for a moment things felt almost normal like he really loved me. I let his hug linger longer than it should have before he released me and looked into my eyes.

"Where's Aunt Clara?" I asked.

"The whole family is at church. I hear the pastor has a two hour Easter service today. That gives us plenty of time together." He chuckled to himself and I felt the familiar fear rise to the surface. I could feel a wetness in my panties too, one which caused me a great deal of shame. I knew that he had fucked most of the girls in our family. He had fucked me a bunch of times and though I knew that it was wrong, I always seemed to keep coming back for more. I don't know why, but it disturbed me that I couldn't seem to stay away. "Give your Uncle Ricky a little kiss," he pulled me to him and his mouth found mine. He'd fucked me many times before, but he had never kissed me before. Something about him kissing me was crossing a line. He'd crossed so many lines already, and this was just another one.

"Gross!" I screamed, pushing him away.

"You think I'm gross?" he laughed at me. "Just fucking wait. We'll see who's gross." He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me with him to Aunt Clara's bedroom. He threw me onto the bed and looked down at me with his sadistic eyes. I cowered in fear and began to cry knowing that he was capable of anything. I'd seen him do so many horrible things, many of them to me. I'd watched him fuck my aunt and some of my cousins, and even my own mother. No pussy was safe from being raped by Uncle Ricky. No asshole was safe either. "You're the fucking gross one here, you little slut!"

"No! No Uncle Ricky!" I screamed through my tears.

"Go ahead and cry, you fucking slut. I love it when my sluts cry. It makes my cock even harder for you." He pulled his cock out and I stared at it with ambivalence. I hated him. I hated his cock and yet there was something I loved about him and his dick. It was a huge cock, long and thick. He knew how to use it to inflict pain, and though I hated it there was also a part of me that loved it. He was my uncle and there were feelings of love that were mixed up with the hatred until it was such a blur that I couldn't describe how I felt about him anymore. He grabbed my skirt by the elastic waistband and pulled it down and off of my kicking legs. "Go ahead and fight, slut. That's the way I like it. I love to fucking subdue you. I love breaking you down with my dick."

"Stop!" I screamed, and I put up a bit of a fight. It was all for show. I fought him because I had to. I needed to be able to say that I fought if anyone ever asked. I needed to at least give the appearance of not wanting my uncle's cock in me. But I knew the truth and so did he. He knew why I had come there so easily. He knew that I would expect to find him alone and ready to rape me again. He pulled my panties from my body, not pulling them down and off like a normal person but pulling them until they made a ripping sound. He tore the material from me and spread my legs.

"This cunt belongs to me," he said, his voice soft and almost loving. He bent down and sniffed my pussy. "Your pussy smells like heaven. Open those legs up for me," he commanded.

"No! I don't want this!"

"Bullshit! You just want me to make you do it. You like it when I'm rough with you, don't you? You like it when I scare you." He forced my legs open with his strong arms. He held me down as he licked my pussy. "I love the taste of my own flesh and blood," he added in between licks. He was quite talented with his tongue and I wondered why he was being so nice to me. This was the most gentle he had ever been with me and I was enjoying it. His tongue swiped at my clit with expert precision. I couldn't help but cum right then and there.

My screams were loud as I gripped his head with my hands, trying to pry his mouth from my pussy. He was relentless, holding me down and flicking his tongue against my clit until my whole body was bucking up and off of the bed. "Please! Please! Please, motherfucker!" I screamed as I came on my uncle's tongue. I hated that he could make me cum so easily, so much more easily than my boyfriend or any other man that I had ever fucked.

"Guess what time it is Tara? That's right. It's time for you to ride your Uncle Ricky's cock!" He pulled his clothes off quickly, stopping only to grab the pistol that had been tucked into his pants. He lay back on Aunt Clara's bed. I guess I could have run then, but he knew by that point that I wasn't going to. He knew that I wanted to fuck him. He knew that I was just as sick as he was and as our eyes met I could see that he knew he had me where he wanted me. He cocked the gun and pointed it at me.

"Tara. Get your ugly ass up here and ride me. You know how your Uncle Ricky likes it."

"No, Uncle Ricky! Please don't make me!" I sounded pretty convincing, but my pussy betrayed me. I was so wet that I was dripping juices down my legs and onto Aunt Clara's bedspread. I crawled toward the gun until I was on top of him. He guided his cock into my pussy and as it entered me I felt a sense of relief. I hadn't realized how much I'd been craving being raped by Uncle Ricky. I hadn't realized how much of a part of my sexuality he had become. I was ashamed of my dirty thoughts and my disgusting desires. I was ashamed that I fantasized about fucking Uncle Ricky almost every time I masturbated. I was ashamed as I rocked back and forth on his cock like a little whore for him. The gun remained pointed at my face, and the adrenaline coursing through me like a drug. I was addicted to this feeling of being forced, of being raped. I was addicted to having a gun pointed at me and being forced to have sex with Uncle Ricky. I liked how I didn't have a choice. I had to fuck. I had to suck. I had to cum.

"You love this, you little whore. You love it when I fucking rape you. You're a fucking disgusting rape slut. You disgust me. You make me want to vomit but first I want to fuck the shit out of every one of your miserable holes and show you that this is all you're good for. This is all men will ever want from you. Show Uncle Ricky how you fuck like a whore!"

I hated him so much for making me into this, for making me want to be raped by him. I hated him for pointing that gun at me, but as I thought about it I only came harder. Uncle Ricky thrust from underneath me, making my orgasm that much more intense. He moved the gun down so that it was now pointing straight at my pussy.

"Okay slut. Enough of you on top. It's my turn to take control of your miserable little cunt. You want me to fuck you nice and hard, don't you?"

"No," I whimpered.

"Shut the fuck up! We both know what you are. You are a miserable cunt and I fucking hate you!" He got up, pushing me off of him. He flipped me over onto my stomach and before I knew it I felt the gun pressing into the back of my head and his cock was in my ass. I let out a shriek as the pain traveled from my ass to my brain and then back. Uncle Ricky used me, one hand gripping my hair and pulling my asshole back onto his huge cock and the other with the gun pointed at my back. I knew that he was crazy and that he could shoot me at any time. The fear was still real. I knew there was no rule saying that Uncle Ricky had to let me live. I was truly scared and the fear seemed to feed him more.

"Come suck my dick clean," he laughed as he pulled me by the hair until my face was inches from his dick. "Whores like you get to do ass to mouth."

"No, please!" I screamed, but I knew there was no escape and that I would have to do what Ricky wanted me to if I was going to get out of this situation. "Please, Uncle Ricky! Please don't make me!"

"But I like making you do things for me, Tara. You're my little niece. You get to eat your own ass off of my cock. Open the fuck up or I'll make you open up." The gun was at my temple now and I was trembling with fear and disgust. I opened my mouth and let the taste of my own ass simmer in my mouth as I sucked him deep down my throat. The gun was still at my temple and Uncle Ricky was smiling. He was loving every second of exploiting me, especially now that he had found something I truly did hate. "Keep sucking your ass off my dick. That's a good girl. Now lick my balls. Good girl."

He pulled me by the hair until my mouth was no longer on his cock. He pulled me over to a small sewing table at the other side of Aunt Clara's room and threw me down, face-first onto the table, so I was bent over the side of it. I knew he was going to fuck me some more, I just didn't know which hole he would choose. To my relief, he chose my pussy this time. He fucked my pussy roughly as if I wasn't his niece. He fucked me the way a man would fuck a cheap hooker. He was fucking just to get his cock off. He had no regard for my pleasure, but somehow that pleased me. I liked the way he fucked me like I wasn't even a person. It was what got me off the most. It was what made me keep coming back to him for another dose of dick.

"Fucking whore! Slut! Cunt! You little fucking piece of shit. I know how to handle a little slut like you. This pussy belongs to me. This pussy is mine. You will fuck me when I want it from now on. When I call you and tell you to come over here, I want you here with your pussy out. Do you understand, Tara?"

I heard his words but I was cumming from them. I couldn't answer, all I could do was scream incomprehensible gibberish. He was pounding me relentlessly and I didn't even know where the gun was anymore. I didn't know where anything was anymore. All I could do was scream and cum for him, knowing that this was wrong, knowing that he had done this to every other woman in my family at some point and that he would do it to every other woman that he could get his rapist hands on. He loved raping me. He loved raping my sister, my cousins and my aunt. He loved raping my mom, and most of all, he loved raping me.

"You're gonna make me cum, you stupid slut!" he screamed and I could hear him roar as his orgasm consumed him. I could feel my uncle's cum as it warmed my insides. I felt so dirty, so disgusting. I also felt the kind of relief that you get from a good orgasm. I had cum hard, so many times. He pulled his cock from me and he even helped me up and handed me my skirt.

"Uncle Ricky, can I ask you a question?" I asked as he pulled his pants on and tucked his gun into them.

"What is it, Tara?" he asked impatiently.

"Am I your favorite relative?" I asked hopefully.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" he retorted as he buttoned his shirt up.

"Well, I was just wondering...of all the girls in the family you've had sex with, which one is your favorite?" I felt stupid before I even finished the question. I didn't know why I had asked that or why it was important to me that I was his favorite fuck of them all. I looked at him expectantly.

"I don't like fucking any of you. It's just your pussies are around. Okay? I don't have a favorite."

"If you did, would I be your favorite?"

"Tara. Shut the fuck up and get your mouth back on my dick." He pulled his cock back out of his pants and I realized that I'd made him horny again with my question about being his favorite. Maybe it meant something. Maybe I was his favorite. I dropped to my knees and let him fuck my face, trying to do a good job so I could stay his favorite. I knew our family would be back from church soon, and so I wanted to hurry and see if I could make him bust another nut before they got home.