With the service over Candice made her way back to stretch limo the driver looking appropriately respectful his hands crossed, head down. As she neared he opened the door allowing the young woman to climb inside her uncle already waiting. She had turned 18 just 3 days ago; but it was a birthday she would want to forget. Sure her aunt and uncle had made an effort to celebrate but how could you seriously celebrate while you made funeral arrangements?
As the diminutive red head sat down uncle Bertie took her hand. He and Aunt Stephanie had been so kind. The past week would have been unbearable without them. The smiling big man gave her a comforting open armed invitation of condolence the beautiful 5'3 flower beginning to wilt.
Now inside the limo Candice not one for showing her emotions in public began to sob, her knees curled up, her little figure hugging black dress and big rim hat looking like something out of Breakfast at Tiffany's. Her red hair was trailing down over her shoulder her long lashed eyes welling up, cute upturned nose and pouting lips quivering as she finally let go.
"There, there Candice," her uncle said hugging her with strong mature arms," you've been so brave."
Aunt Stephanie knelt in at the limo door wiping a tear from her own eye. It had been her sister, Candice's mother who was driving the car when it crashed. The teenager was thousands of miles away at college when in an instant both her parents had died.
In the week that had followed the awful news she'd seem to have been in a daydream state. She had flown back to stay with her aunt and uncle in their big country house as it was remote enough to make her feel unencumbered by well wishers and memories of her own home. All week she'd just sat in the garden or in her guest room while her uncle had made the funeral arrangements. He'd been very considerate, always willing to comfort or help in any way even with contractor problems he was having with some construction work that was underway in the cellar. The work had been a rushed job but he still made the time to console and wait on her every whim.
As she sat there in the limo she realised how a tragedy like this could bring a distant family together. Even aunts and uncles as detached and normally disinterested as these had acted over the years could begin to show compassion and a sense of family bond. She was so grateful of this for unfortunately they were the only relations she still had.
"Take her home Bertie," her aunt said, "it all been too much. I'll make sure all the well wishers are thanked."
The silver haired woman smiled as she closed the door. "Just remember over the next few months it might not seem that way but you'll eventually come to terms with everything that's happening to you."
Then the woman stood back and waved as the limo eased away at a respectful pace.
Uncle Bertie pressed the privacy glass switch and the driver and world around were hid from view.
Candice sat upright a little embarrassed by her tearful cuddle.
"I'm sorry uncle," she said wiping her eyes.
He smiled and gripped her delicate hand with his weathered bear like paw.
"I suppose you'll want to get back to college now?" He asked stroking the hair from her sorrowful face.
Candice nodded; she had nothing to keep her here now.
Uncle Bertie nodded too. "Yes I thought as much, so little time to get ready," He added.
Candice looked puzzled then gave him a smiled with a confused cock of her head, her perfect painted eyes looking sultry with the dark mascara and bronzed tanned complexion. What did he mean?
Uncle Bertie didn't elaborate just smiled back and then took a hanky chief from his back pocket.
"Here let me wipe away those tears," he said and as the white cloth came up to her face her nose twitched and her eyes opened wide in surprise.
There was something on the cloth giving off a pungent vapour!
"Mmmmmmffffffffffffff!"
Candice tried to struggle but the big man was just too strong. The cloth was pressed against her mouth and nose and in a few leg kicking seconds she froze then went completely limp.
Slummppp!
With the chloroform doing its work uncle Bertie carefully folded the linen square and placed it back in his pocket. The partitioned driver hadn't heard anything and now uncle Bertie sat in the deep comfortable seats the shapely figure of his unconscious niece at his side her skirt riding up her firm young thighs showing healthy summer tanned flesh.
He reached in his pocket and removed a vial filled with red capsules. He opened it careful not to spill the contents and tapped a single pill onto his hand. He sat Candice upright and with the aid of a whisky tumbler made the young woman swallow the tablet.
The big man then took a deep breath and calmed his nerves. The limo continued its steady journey back to his home. He looked at the unconscious girl next to him. His hand traced along her leg to her skirt top, paused, then after a moment continued up towards her crotch.
His fingers found her panties and tugged the fabric aside.
"Uhhhhhhhhhhh!"
She gave a murmur as his fat finger pushed into her slit and began to twist.
"Everything ok back there?" Came a voice over the speaker.
Uncle Bertie clicked the reply switch.
"Yes thank you! Could you please just drive."
In the front cab the man nodded and kept silent. He'd leave them alone in their grief.
As his finger buried in her young hole her uncle unzipped his pants tugging his cock head out like he was coaxing an animal out of it den. His fat maggot slowly enlarged and stiffened as he sat back in his seat the girl next to him, his hand between her legs digging away.
"Mmmmmmm!" Her lips parted her eyes fluttering a little. But he knew the chloroform had a while to last.
"Com 'on my dear," he said in a homely sort of way. "Let me help you onto my lap."
He lifted the woman at her slim waist pulling her over him as he sat. She was limp and unresisting and he easily hitched up her skirt allowing her thighs to straddle him. She was now sat on his lap facing forward towards the blacked out driver uncle Bertie gripping her dress covered tits.
His hands moved with reluctance from her rock hard tits and slid down over the front of her dress his fingers finding then tugging aside her panty crotch. Opening her slit with his fingers he pushed his cock head upwards in search of her little entrance.
"Uhhhhhhhhh!"
He gave a satisfied groan as he found her hole the lips pushing his foreskin back as his aroused tip entered her.
He gritted his teeth in effort; her muscles resisting.
"Uh ohhhhhhhhh!" But only for a moment; as he slowly penetrated her virgin pussy.
Candice gave a soft moan of discomfort her head rolling from side to side the uncle gripping her under each thigh easing her legs wider lifting her slowly up and down on his cock. Each downward motion he raised himself off the seat pushing deeper and deeper up her.
She felt fantastically tight and so small her legs struggling to straddle his large thighs. She was also light he easily lifted her ass up and down his cock remaining rigid and motionless inside her twat, using her body to bounce up and down on it.
"Mmm, mm, mm, mm!"
She gave moans in unison with the bouncing rhythm the unconscious Candice riding her uncle's cock as the blacked out limo passed through the neighbourhood.
Her uncle twisted her tits through her dress and brassiere and he felt his balls tighten and tighten. He continued to bounce her gently with one hand the other mauling her domes making her groan louder.
"Ugggggggggg!"
Her mouth parted and he pushed his mouth onto hers, tonguing her, slobbering on her beautiful lips.
"Oh Candice you hot little bitch," he groaned pulling her thighs wider still bucking with purpose his cock making wet slapping noises her sexy legs kicking out her heels tapping on the opposing seats.
Plut! Plut! Plut!
Candice gave a high pitch sound of sensation and that pushed him over the edge
"Ukkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!"
He began to spit inside her, his cock releasing a string of come filling her newly busted shaft. Candice was grunting but unaware, never able to remember her first hole loosening fuck. The chloroform would begin to wear off very soon, however he wasn't concerned, she had taken the pill now.
When finally the limo stopped outside the house the driver gave a curious glance out of his wing mirror as the passengers disembarked. The girl seemed almost feint with grief as she clung to her uncle for dear life. The driver's eyebrows rose in admiration as he saw her short skirt with long legs looking fabulous in high heeled black shoes. The uncle was helping her into the house no doubt the day's events just too much for the poor young lady.
As uncle Bertie closed the door to his isolated home he lifted the semi-conscious girl over his shoulder. The chloroform had worn off by now but the pill kept her disorientated, manageable and compliant.
"UUh uncle I... I..." She lolled around over his shoulder her fine rump high his hand gripping it firmly as he made sure the limo was leaving.
"Down stairs with you," he said with a playful spank of her behind Candice yelping indignantly her hand on her brow as if heavily drunk.
"I don't understand what's going on?" She mumbled as he descended the newly renovated steps to his rushed construction job, opening the cellar door. She felt so weak and detached, like a dream. Was it a dream?
"Do you know how hard it is to get builders at a few days notice?" He said as if in an everyday conversation.
Candice groaned and tried to push herself up and off his shoulder, but then just slumped back. He continued.
"Once I knew you were coming here I only had a week to get the place built."
"What place I don't..."
"Your own little dungeon," he added, "I told them it was for storing wine but I've got something much sweeter to while away the hours tasting."
Candice gave a loud frustrated moan her head swimming. Not a dream? No a nightmare?
In the newly renovated wine cellar it was cool and dark the smallest of slit windows high above allowing a shaft of heavenly light to hit the floor.
As he surveyed the room he turned allowing the slung young woman to see a mattress, chairs and other items.
"While you were in the garden this week all forlorn the builders have been busy at work." He examined the plastered walls. "They seemed a little curious why I would want such thick sound resistant walls; but a jobs a job and I paid well."
He dropped his shoulder depositing the girl onto the mattress her legs and arms sprawling. She wasn't dreaming it was becoming all too real.
"No uncle please why are you doing this?" She said coughing and shaking her head to clear her dizziness. "I don't understand what do you want?"
Her Uncle stopped; gripping his waist, coughing.
"Your mother was such a hot bitch, God I wanted to fuck her. And she knew it the fucking tease. Aunt Stephanie knew it too and hated her for it. So perfect and always flirting I couldn't help myself." He wiped his brow the effort of heaving her downstairs starting to tell.
