Perverts 'R' Us

Our Niece - Part 3

By Nobody True ( MM/g, mast, toy, voy )

We woke to the sound of the phone's continuous ringing. It was just after 1:00pm. Mike ran down the stairs and answered it, and I slowly followed with Stig and Molly.

"It's Bill," Mike said. I let Mike do all the talking.

"She's still asleep, Bill. Shall I wake her? Oh OK. No, she's fine. Had a rough night though, but she's OK. Yes, he's here."

I reached for the phone, Mike held it down towards the floor; Stig stared at the phone and barked. He listened to the receiver, continually wagging his tail at his master's voice, and barked again.

Mike held the phone up to his ear, the line was dead. We stared at Stig. I smiled. "You ask him what he said?"

We both giggled at my stupid suggestion, "Do you want to go out, Stig?" The dog wagged his tail, and we let him out into the back garden. Mike made coffee as we discussed last night's escapade with Molly.

"So, what have you got planned for her today then?" Mike smiled knowingly.

"Well, we'll have to let her sleep for a while longer, feed her, and maybe take her into the spare bedroom."

Mike grinned. "Do you think she's ready then?"

I frowned. "We'll have to see."

Between us we cooked dinner and waited for the girl to wake up. We continually peeked in on her to check if she was OK. The dinner had been ready for hours, and we sat and waited.

The sound of the toilet flushed upstairs, and we smiled at each other. Molly made her way down the stairs and stood in the living room doorway with a large bath towel wrapped around her.

"Hello, Princess" Mike grinned at her. Her face turned scarlet.

"Hello Baby, had a nice sleep?" I smiled.

She nodded, "Um… I can't find my clothes."

"You won't need them, Darling, were not going anywhere." She stared at me.

Mike stood up, "Hungry?" he asked her. She nodded. "I'll go and get dinner ready."

"Has my mummy phoned?" I shook my head.

"Your daddy phoned, Baby, and he said he'd ring back later."

Molly stared at me and nodded. "He said we had to let you sleep it off, OK?" Her face turned a deeper shade of scarlet.

"Did you tell him?"

I stared at her. "About what, Baby?"

She stammered, "About us, about me, about you know?"

Mike overheard our conversation. "Oh yes, Molly. I told him you gave us the best fucking we've ever had. Dinner's ready in five, OK?"

She turned and stared at him with her mouth open. I giggled. "No he didn't. Don't worry, he's lying." Molly's face was a picture as she realized Mike was giggling to himself. "Go and get yourself showered and I'll find something for you to wear."

I ushered her back up the stairs and turned the shower on for her. I found an old blouse, left by an earlier conquest, and watched her lithe body admiringly as she showered. I stared at the dull red marks on her breast mounds, and the bruises on the insides of her thighs. Finished, she got out and dried herself. I passed her the small see-through blouse, and she put it on and fastened the tie belt at the front. I stared as the thin material clung to her damp body. The hem reached slightly above her knees.

"It's ready!" Mike shouted from down the stairs.

I smiled at her. "Come on, dinner's ready." I ushered her back down the stairs, admiring the blouse as it tightly clasped her firm buttocks.

Mike stared at her as she entered the room. "Wow Molly, you look good enough to eat." She stared at him and sat down quietly. Mike placed a large bowl in front of her. "Only stew, I'm afraid. We're not very good at the culinary skills."

I laughed as Molly stared at him confused. "What he means, Baby, is that we can't cook."

She stared down at the bowl, picked up the spoon, and began shoveling the stew into her mouth. "Bread and butter, Princess?" she nodded between mouthfuls and we sat and ate with her.

When she had finished her bowl of the stew, I asked her, "Want some more Molly?"

"Yes please." I refilled her bowl and she tucked in.

Mike filled a bowl for Stig and let him in the house. He sniffed at the bowl and walked toward Molly and sat at her feet. She stared down at him. "Daddy only gives him steak," she said.

"We know, Princess, and it's very nice stewed, isn't it?" she stared down at the bowl of stew and looked at me. I nodded.

Molly dropped the spoon into the bowl. "Had enough, Baby?" I enquired sarcastically. She nodded. Mike picked up the bowl and tipped the remaining stew back into the pan.

"Right, Princess. Do you want your surprise now?" she stared unsure and nodded.

She followed us up the stairs and into the spare bedroom. I held its authentic-looking head and stroked its mane. Stig sniffed around it. "Well, what do you think?" asked Mike. "Lovely, isn't it?" She nodded unsure as I slowly rocked the rocking horse to and fro.

She stared around the room, at the two arm chairs strategically placed, one in each corner. A control box with two dials sat on the floor before one of the chairs. Two cables snaked across the carpeted floor toward the rocking horse. An old traveling chest sat below the window sill with its lid open, and a long two-headed dildo hung over the edge, with a varied assortment of dildos underneath it - my collection, every color, size, and shape. A video camera stood on a tripod at its side.

The rocking horse rocked slowly. "Want to try it, Princess?"

Molly stared suspiciously at the cables leading to the saddle with its two dildos protruding upward. One was a black 7½" studded jelly dong, and the other a cream-colored five inch long, mighty mini-brute. It had taken me months to make, rewire and learn to master and operate the controls on my little masterpiece. Now all it needed was testing.

I stared at Molly expectantly. "Well, Baby, are you going to test it for me?" She stared at my very expensive toy. Mike ushered her forward. "Come on, Princess, don't be shy."

Mike helped her as she placed her foot in the stirrup and climbed over its back. I slid her left foot into the other stirrup and tied it into place. Mike had already secured her right foot and removed the blouse. She stood up in the stirrups, holding onto the handles protruding from the sides of the horse's neck. We handcuffed her wrists to a short chain that hung under the horse's neck.

She rocked slowly back and forth. Stig ran around the horse as it rocked, and I stroked and manipulated her bottom, opening her thighs and lowering her gently down onto the large black dildo. Its head slipped easily in, and she slid down slowly until the smaller dildo touched her bottom. With a little manipulation, the head slipped inside her anus.

Mike had already closed the bedroom door and was setting up a tripod and video camera that had been hidden behind the door. He set it up and switched it on, and I switched the other on and focused. Filming had begun.

Molly slowly rocked. I knelt on the floor with the control panel at my knees and switched it on. Then I twiddled the knobs and stared at the dildos.

Stig went ballistic, running around and around the horse, barking as the dildos began to buzz. Molly gasped as the dildos rimmed both of her holes. She squealed as Mike reached around the tripod and rocked the horse's head, and she slipped further down the black dildo.

I twiddled the knobs, and the vibrators sped up their actions. Molly squealed and Stig barked while still running around in circles. Mike was getting excited. "Get the right spot, Princess, and you'll love it."

Molly stared at him as I twiddled the knobs again. "Let's see how much she can take."

The horse rocked back and forth, and the vibrators buzzed. Molly moaned and Mike had his trousers round his ankles, wanking himself silly. Stig carried on barking. I stared in amazement as Molly's legs opened wide, with her knees pointing east to west. She slowly slid down the black vibrator.

"That's it, Baby" I cried out. She had hit the pivot, and that made the horse rock of its own accord. No matter what she did, she wouldn't be able to control the rocking movement anymore. She sank further down the black dildo, and I twiddled the knobs. The black vibrator moved about in an obscure circular motion from its base. The smaller mighty mini-brute wedged tightly in her anus began to vibrate faster.

Molly, chest heaving, eyes tightly closed, squealed, and moaned, mewing sounds erupting from her mouth. "Oh yes, that's it, Princess. You're nearly there, keep going" Mike was now furiously wanking his cock. Stig had stopped barking and sat staring up at him.

I laid on the floor staring, as Molly bucked against the motion of the black studded jelly dong stretching her pussy to its limits. She squealed and dropped down onto both dildos, the cream mighty mini brute was now totally wedged inside her arsehole.

I twiddled the knobs once more. She squealed and mewed and her legs collapsed, her arms hugged the horse's neck, her buttocks and thighs clenched tightly onto the small leather saddle as she clung on for dear life.

Mike was now at the final stage of wanking. Cum erupted from his cock and landed on Stig's head. Stig suddenly lunged at Mike's spent cock and sank his teeth into the softening flesh.

The horse rocked slowly, and Molly moaned as the feelings of ecstasy took over her small body, oblivious to Mike's screaming as he lay on the floor doubled up and clenching his cock. Stig hid below one of the chairs, knowing he'd done wrong, especially as Mike swore and cursed at him.

I stood rooted to the spot. Sparkling jet-black eyes stared back at me from below the chair. Mike rolled about on the floor in agony and Molly slumped across the horse's head, rocking gently to and fro.

I was too elated with my masterpiece to take much notice of Mike's ranting. I switched the control box off and turned off both video cameras and lifted Molly's arse and felt the dampness on the leather saddle. "How did it feel, baby?"

She continued to moan, "Oh wow, wonderful" she murmured. I sniffed at the sweet odor as her arse sank back down onto the wet saddle.

"Never mind her, get me an ambulance"

I stared at him, "Are you sure?"

"Of course I'm fucking sure, you idiot. Get me to hospital now!"

"OK," I shouted as I ran down the stairs and phoned for an ambulance, followed by Stig. "Good boy, Stig," I told him as I ruffled his fur while putting him out into the garden.

I returned to the spare bedroom and lifted and dragged Mike, still in agony, into our room and leaned him against the bed. "So what are you going to tell them?"

Mike stared at me. "Who?"

"The ambulance people."

He stared at me with a shocked look on his face. "I don't know."

The doorbell rang, "Well, you had better think quick" he nodded.

Molly stared at me with a questioning look on her face. I slowly closed the door to the spare bedroom. Molly was now aware that something was amiss.

"Shush," I told her as I shut and locked the door, ran downstairs, and opened the front door.

"Hi, what seems to be the problem, sir?" the female paramedic asked.

I smirked, "I think you should see for yourself." I ushered her inside and pointed up the stairs. I followed her and the large built ambulance driver followed us.

"Hello sir, what seems to be the matter?"

Mike stared up at the bespectacled lady paramedic as he cupped his private parts. The ambulance driver and I stared. "It was Stig, he bit me on…"

"And who's Stig, sir?"

I walked over to the bedroom window, opened it, and shouted "Stig." I motioned the woman over, and she stared out of the window to see Stig sitting on the grass, wagging his tail. "Oh I see, a Jack Russell terrier. It's OK, sir. We've seen all sorts," she said as she knelt on the floor and pried his hands out of the way.

"So what happened?" the driver asked.

Mike spluttered "I was having a…err… I was, um…err…and he ran in and bit me. The ambulance driver burst out laughing.

The lady paramedic eyed Mike suspiciously. She smirked as she studied his blood-soaked cock. "They're nasty bite wounds. I'm afraid we will have to take you into hospital. Can you walk?"

Mike tried to stand. She and the driver helped him up. He took a couple of steps. "He will manage" I encouraged. They helped him down the stairs and onto a stretcher in the ambulance. Just as the driver closed the doors, Stig barked from the side gate. The driver smirked and said, "Say goodbye to your friend," he giggled.

"Shall I phone the vet?" I asked sincerely. The ambulance driver creased up laughing, as he climbed in and turned on the lights and siren.

"I can't wait to hear what he's going to tell the doctors," he said as the ambulance pulled away. The driver smirked as I waved.

I returned to the house, ran up the stairs, and opened the spare bedroom door. Molly stared back at me with sleepy eyes. "Tired, Baby?" She nodded as I unclasped her wrists and undid her ankle ties, I carried her into our bedroom and lay her on the bed.

"Go to sleep for a while, Molly. I'll wake you later, OK?"

"Yes, Uncle Robert" she said sleepily.

I closed the door behind me, "Sleep tight, Baby."

Part 4 soon

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