Eveline lived in California, just outside of San Francisco. She was a beautiful child, with long red hair that couldn't be tamed no matter how much it was brushed. This and her large, washed-out blue eyes made her look like a sexy, mischievous pixy. But in fact she tended to be quiet and shy, and was a very obedient child.

Her mom and dad were both good-looking, too, and very successful in their careers. They lived in a big house and had lots of friends.

Her dad's hobby was photography and he had a studio built in one of the four bedrooms. He had always enjoyed taking pictures of his 'hot little princess' as he called her, and when she turned eight he began to shoot sets of her wearing various outfits to put up on a website.

"Why do you want to do that?" her mom asked.

"Oh, just for fun. And to make a few extra dollars," her dad explained.

"You mean people pay to look at her pictures?"

"Oh, you'd be surprised. I bet it won't be long before we can get you a nice car instead of that old VW."

"But I love my bug!"

Because Evie was so beautiful and had such a genuine smile, it didn't take long before they had lots of subscribers. And her mom was very pleasantly surprised at how much money they began to make.

When she turned nine her dad started shooting sets of her in bikinis, and sets in which she'd gradually take off her clothes, or the costumes he'd find for her, until in the last few shots she'd be posing in only skimpy underwear. They got even more subscribers and more money.

Her dad bought her some workout equipment and encouraged her to use it everyday to keep her body toned. And he took her to a tanning salon to get an all over bronze color, which made her look even more enticing.

When she turned ten the last few pictures in a set would be poses with her legs spread wide, with a few close ups that he carefully lit so it looked like you could almost, but not quite, see through the sheer material of her thongs or lacy panties.

"You don't mind this, do you princess?" he asked her one day as he was leaning in to take on of these kinds of close-ups.

"No, daddy, it's hard work, but it's fun. I love all the different clothes, and the jewelry and the flowers and the sets. And when you move in with the camera it's like it's a big, special eye on me, and since you're the one behind it, and I love you, it makes me feel warm and happy all over."

Once again these kinds of pictures increased the number of subscribers to her site.

At ten there were the sets where she'd strip down to just her panties but hold things in front of her bare chest. Then for a CD for 'a special customer' she went all the way, and had these three teddy bears... a huge one twice her size, a large one as big as her, and one that was half her size... that she'd climb on and hold and put on top of her in just the right way so her private parts couldn't quite be seen.

"Don't tell your mom or anyone else about these, okay? These aren't going up on the web, but are only for him," her daddy explained.

"I won't, daddy. I promise. Is he paying us lots of money?"

"You bet he is, princess!"

"I thought so. Besides, this is fun! I'm pretending I'm Goldilocks!" she said.

Sets like these and the video she made where she played with and sucked on her toes made the money really start to roll in.

Even though Evie's mom didn't know about the 'special customer' sets, she wasn't all that keen on what was going on. Then when she saw the set with her licking a banana while wearing strings of pearls and some strips of gauzy material wrapped around her which barely concealed her, she said to her husband, "I don't think you should be doing this. She's only a child and you're exploiting her."

"No, I'm not. I'm just making use of what God gave her. Her beauty and talent. If anyone is being exploited it's those poor lonely guys out there. And if this make them happy, what's the harm? At least it keeps them in front of their computers and off the streets."

"Well, maybe. But there has to be limits, that's all," she said.

"Oh, I agree completely! Don't you?" he'd said, turning to her.

Evie had nodded, even though she wasn't quite sure what these might be.

"Baby," her mom went on, "Don't you know what it means when a girl spreads her legs like that?"

Evie shook her head, although at that point she knew it was a kind of 'come on' and since they were trying to get more subscribers, it made sense to do it.

"Well, I don't think you should pose that way. How does it make you feel to know that you look like a little slu... ah, I mean, that it makes you look cheap?"

"But mom, doing it makes me feel all warm and happy. I'm making our subscribers happy, too, so how could it be bad?"

"Making them happy?! Honey, don't you know what they're doing when they're viewing your pictures?"

"Hey, let's not get into that, okay?" her father said. "Besides, you should see some of the stuff her competition does. They're really pushing the limits. So we have to do what we have to do."

"Ohhhh! I can see there's no use arguing with you two about this!"

Later on when they were alone, her dad had said, "Don't worry, baby. She loves the Lexis that your money bought her."

It was true, and her mom pretty much stopped coming into the studio, and wasn't interested in the pictures anymore.

As far as Evie was concerned this was fine with her, because she'd always loved posing, even when she was a toddler. It obviously made her daddy happy and it made her feel wanted and warm all over. Especially when her daddy told her how hot and beautiful she was.

She soon had lots of new clothes, her own stereo system, and even her own computer. And some of the money was being invested in a fund so she could go to college when she was older.

Still, what her mom said stuck in her head.

"Dad, what do our subscribers think about me?" she asked one day.

"Tell you what, we'll put a link on the site with an e-mail address. Then you can find out for yourself."

It was an immediate hit, and she got lots of email from her 'fans' which said the same kinds of things that her dad said about her, that is, after her dad had screened them to weed out the 'sickos.'

Yes, little Evie had it all, but it all came to an end on her eleventh birthday. A truck lost control on the interstate and crushed the car her mother and father were in. They were returning from the mall where they'd been shopping for her birthday presents. She was staying next door at the Wilson's, who were looking after her, so she'd be surprised by what they were getting for her.

When Mrs. Wilson came into the room, Evie jumped up. "Are they back yet!" she asked excitedly.

"They're not coming back, dear. There's been an accident. A terrible, terrible accident."

Evie screamed and fell down on the floor in a faint. Mrs. Wilson ran to her and picked her up. She kissed her cheeks and rocked her until Evie opened her eyes. "We'll take care of you, dear," Mrs. Wilson said.

Then Mr. Wilson said, "Yes, Evie, we will. It'll be just like you were our little girl," as he took her and pulled her into his lap.

Evie didn't say anything, she just sobbed in his arms as he rocked her.

For the next several weeks both of the Wilson's tried to comfort her. They'd hold her and rock her, which she liked. Mr. Wilson seemed to like to do this a lot, too, especially at night when she'd had her bath and put on her pajamas.

"You smell so sweet I could just eat you up," he'd whisper in her ear, hugging her tight and squirming her against him, but only when Mrs. Wilson wasn't in the room.

Neither his wife nor Evie knew that he was one of her fans, and had a complete collection of all her many hundreds of pictures on his computer. He'd look at these late at night and masturbate. He had always thought that her father had to be abusing her, because no man could resist such a sexy child.

Now having her in his house in the guest bedroom, he begun to imagine going in and getting naked and getting into bed with her.

Pulling on his flaccid cock as the pictures flashed by, he'd imagine he was kissing her precious lips and holding and caressing her small, perfect body. He'd pretend she was waking up slowly and smiling at him.

Looking at the pictures where her legs were spread he'd imagine he was sucking her toes, then moving up her sweet legs with little kisses that made her giggle.

He'd get hard then and imagine he was nuzzling her hairless slit which could sometimes almost be seen through her sheer thongs. Then as he got close and was jerking off faster and harder, he'd pretend that she was excited enough to lift her hips and let him strip these off her.

He'd close his eyes and pretend it was her tight little cunt instead of his curled up fingers he was pushing his stiff dick into, that he was fucking her, just as her father had undoubtedly done many times.

Then as he'd fill his palm with his warm cum, he'd pretend he was spurting deep inside her sweet, tight little vagina, as he'd say softly over and over, "Oh, Evie, I love you, I love you, I love you..."

***

Her daddy had an older brother she'd never met, and that her dad had never liked. "He's lazy and ignorant," he'd said more than once. "And he's mean to his poor wife who does all the work. He's just the kind of guy who would live in the Midwest on a pig farm."

However, since her Uncle Jed and Aunt Alice were her closest kin, the court decided she had to go live with them, even though the Wilson's wanted to adopt her.

After several days of long, loud phone calls back and forth, which, although she wasn't in the same room as Mr. or Mrs. Wilson and couldn't make out the exact words, sounded to her like she wasn't wanted by her Uncle, Evie was put on a train and packed off to the 'Midwest.'

She just stared out the window most of the time, with her arms around herself, letting the train rock her, staring first at the dark, piney forests, then the sharp, barren peaks covered in snow. And then descending the other side, the strangely shaped rocks, sticking up like spindly fingers made of layers of rust, some the same color as her hair, while strewn all around in dunes and dry river beds was sand as blonde as her mom's hair had been.

She was amazed when all this suddenly turned into a sea of waving green as she crossed the prairie. Then she began to see fields of corn and she thought about Dorothy and Toto and the Tinman, who was her favorite.

Little Evie had never been out of California, and seeing this new kind of scenery made her feel that maybe she'd be alright after all. That the world was a much bigger place, with many new things in it to see and enjoy. "Maybe it won't be so bad," she told herself. "If I'm a good girl and do whatever he says, maybe Uncle Jed won't be mean to me."

***

But she was wrong. Almost. Her Uncle wasn't mean to her, but that was because he mostly left her alone. Her Aunt Sally saw to that.

He'd come into her room as she was unpacking. "You keep this room neat and clean or I'll spank your little behind until it's..."

But just then from behind him, "You lay one hand on that child and you'll be the sorriest man that ever was born."

Uncle Jed snarled and left the room.

"Why is he like that?" Evie asked tearfully.

"He's had a hard life, is all. He takes it out on everyone. Don't you worry, little one, I'll be by your side. You're the most precious little thing I've ever seen. I've always wanted a little girl, but the good Lord never saw fit to let me bear one. Now I'm too old, and suddenly here you are. You're a gift to me, even though he had to take your momma and poppa up to heaven to give it."

***

It didn't take long for little Evie to discover what her dad said was true, that her Aunt Sally did everything, while her Uncle Jed did almost nothing. He'd only do things that required a man's strength, like fix the barn, and then only when it was necessary. That and butchering the pigs, which he seemed to enjoy.

The first time Evie saw this she was shocked. Her Uncle had insisted she watch. "Gotta learn what the world is about, little one. This is what puts the bread on the table," he'd said.

Then he'd pulled a terrified sow up in the air by her hind legs with a block and tackle. He'd stuck a thin knife in the poor squealing animal's throat and the blood spurted out into a bucket. "That's where the term 'pig sticker' comes from," he'd said grinning, holding up the gory blade.

"It's a merciful death," her Aunt explained patting her. She was holding her because she was shivering.

Soon the pig went still and silent, and her Uncle let it down into a big tub of steaming water. Lifting it out he'd shaved it. The animal's body looked so different then to her. Shiny clean and somehow beautiful.

But then she started shivering again when he took a big knife, whetted it on a long steel, and began to cut the poor creature up.

"I'm taking her in now, Jed. Enough is enough."

"Hah! Women!" her Uncle growled. "Can't take the truth."

***

Aunt Sally involved her in her work, not only to have her help, but to keep her by her side as much as possible, and away from her Uncle. Little Evie didn't mind this, and she began to change. Instead of being the pampered little princess, she felt useful, and she was learning all kinds of new things. How to cook and clean and fix things. How to slop the hogs, and how the boars mounted the sows to breed them, and how the sows suckled the cute baby piglets so they would grow up into more boars and sows.

Each day after lunch they'd take a break and watch two hours of 'soaps.' Even then her Aunt would mend their clothes or knit to be doing something practical. Evie thought these shows were dumb, but liked sitting next to her Aunt on the couch and learning how to knit. But then she began to get into them. All of the pretty women and handsome men were in love, often with people they shouldn't be, and she couldn't wait to find out what they were going to do next to get out of the troubles they'd gotten themselves into.

Uncle Jed would groan and go out to the barn as soon as he heard the theme music for the show.

"What does he do out there?" Evie asked. "Besides butcher pigs, I mean."

"God knows and I don't want to."

But just as she was beginning to adjust to her new life, things changed again. One day during lunch her Aunt and Uncle were glaring at each other. Evie could feel the tension building up in the air. Then Aunt Sally said, "Go to your room, child."

She stood at the head of the stairs to listen, and even though she couldn't hear everything they were shouting, she was sure the fight was about her. Suddenly it was silent and she heard the door slam and her Uncle's old pickup start up.

She went downstairs and saw her Aunt Sally on the kitchen floor. She had a big red spot on cheek where Uncle Jed must have hit her, and she was unconscious. She tried to help her wake up by wiping her face with a damp washcloth. Eventually her eyes opened, but she wouldn't look at her. She got up and walked funny, dragging one foot as she went into the living room where she sat down in front of the TV, but without turning it on. Evie followed her, turned on the set and tuned to her favorite show.

"Are you okay, Aunt Alice?" she asked tearfully, already knowing the answer.

The woman said nothing, just stared at the screen, and Evie burst out crying as she ran to call an ambulance.

***

"So, she's had a stroke, huh?" her Uncle said a few days later when they'd brought her home.

"Yes, sir. That's what the doctor said."

"She gonna be okay, though, ain't she?"

"They don't know. Sometimes people get better and sometimes they just... just..." but she couldn't finish, and she ran to her room, threw herself on the bed and cried herself to sleep.

It was dark when she woke up. Pitch dark. Even so, she knew she wasn't alone. She sat up.

"I been watchin' her for hours," her Uncle said. "She don't even know I'm there. I touched her and pinched her, and she don't do or say nothin'. I can get her to get up and go to the pot, and she'll wipe her self and stuff, but otherwise she don't do it on her own. She's like some kind of growed-up doll. 'Ceptin' she's plain instead of pretty, and I don't want to play with her."

The things he was saying struck fear into her heart, and besides this, from the way he was talking, Evie could tell he'd been drinking.

"Do you want me to try to do something, Uncle Jed?" Evie asked, suddenly wide awake. All she could think of was going down and talking to her, hoping she could get her Aunt Sally back.

"Oh, you know I do, little one. You know I do."

"Okay, well, I'll get up and..."

"No need for that. You can do it right here."

"Do what?" she asked tearfully, afraid she already knew the answer.

She heard the shuffle and clump of his dirty work-boots as he came closer, then the sounds of clothes rustling. A warm, animal odor filled her nostrils. Then his huge hand found her head and pulled her to him. "Suck my dick!" he growled.

Little Evie wasn't stupid. She knew about 'oral sex' and that girls did this to men. Despite the screenings, some of the e-mail messages she'd read after the set with the banana were about this. "I want your pretty mouth," they'd say, and she was sure it wasn't just for kissing. She'd thought it disgusting, but when she'd asked her mom, she'd said, "Well, sweetie, some of us... that is, some women like it. It's because it makes men do what we want. And besides, it's kind of fun to get them excited. And to have them trust us with their... ah, most important part. You'll see what I mean when you're eighteen and old enough to have a boyfriend. So don't worry about it now, okay?"

She opened her mouth and felt his flesh stab her cheek. He quickly took her chin and her teeth grazed his fat knob as he pushed it in. "Bite me and it'll be the last time you use your teeth 'cause I'll knock 'em clean outa your head!" he hissed.

Evie was terrified. She was sure she wouldn't do this right, then he'd get mad and hit her like he had her Aunt. Then she remembered the set with the banana. Her daddy had said, "Don't use your teeth on it, honey. Just use your lips and your tongue and be gentle and sweet to it."

So this is what she did. Her Uncle Jeb groaned and grabbed her head in both hands. "Yeah! Just like that!" he whispered as his big, callused hands held her head still and he began to hump his hips.

"It's like he's doing it to my head!" she thought, horrified.

He was soon going faster and pushing deeper. She just held her lips tight around his awful thing and swirled her tongue around it to wet it so it slid smoothly in and out and didn't chafe her.

"Yeah! Oh, little one. That feels just fine," her Uncle groaned. "I knew it would. Your wild red hair and all those times you done your daddy! "

Evie almost choked. She'd heard the 'wild red-head' stuff before, but why would he think that her daddy had made her do this to him?

"I seed your web-site once at a friend's house in town. Them sexy little outfits you wore and the hot way you looked at the camera. I just knowed that afterwards he was havin' you suck him and then fuckin' you."

"Nooo!" Evie said, at least in her head, but with her mouth full it came out, "Mnnn."

"Yeah, I know you like it, you little slut. That's fine, 'cause my balls are so full of cum theys about to bust. Ever since you came here your Aunt won't blow me or fuck me. That's why we were fightin'. And seeing you runnin' about gives me a hardon most of the time."

"Oh, no!" Evie thought. "It's all my fault!"

Then groaning, "Now you... swallow it down... or I'll take you out to the barn, and... and..."

But she wouldn't find out what, at least not right away, as just then he grunted and it began. She did as he said, and somehow managed not to gag as... "His semen! I can't believe I'm actually swallowing my uncle's semen!" ...filled her mouth and throat.

Finally his stiff flesh stopped its throbbing and spurting and he let go of her head and she felt him going soft in her mouth.

"Jesus Christ, that was good. Just what I needed," he sighed as he patted her head. "Now, my little whore, lick it clean."

She did, pretending it was that banana instead, so she wouldn't throw up, and in a few minutes he shivered and pushed her head away.

"That's enough. At least for now. Get some sleep. You got to take over for your Aunt in other ways tomorrow. Not that she ever sucked me as good as you just did, but she was a hellova cook and kept the place spotless, so..."

He left and Evie fell back on her bed sobbing. But at least he hadn't done what she feared.

She'd once read an e-mail that had slipped through that she'd never forgotten. It said, "Dear princess Eveline. I love you. Your smile melts my heart. Your hot outfits, sexy poses and wild, red hair do the opposite to other parts of my body. And someday I'm going to show up at your house when your mom and dad aren't there, and stick my huge, very hard love stick deep in your little box and make you feel so good that you'll fall in love with me."

Since then she'd wondered if it was possible that 'doing it' could feel so nice that it made a girl fall in love.

Later she awoke again just as the sun was coming up. She got dressed, except for her shoes and socks, which she carried, and tip-toed down stairs, hoping.

But her Aunt Sally was still on the couch in front of the TV.

"Please, Aunt Sally, snap out of it. I need you now more than ever. Let's run away together, okay?"

But the woman just sat. Then Evie took her by the arm. "Get up. We have to get out of here before your husband wakes up."

The woman got up then, but then went down the hall to the bathroom.

"Oh, okay, that's a good idea. We should both pee before we go."

Evie watched as she sat and did her business and wiped herself. "I guess some things, at least, are so automatic that you just do them," she thought.

She sat on the toilet, too, but the woman left, and when she went to find her, she was lying down on the couch. She put the pretty afghan that she'd helped knit over her and shut off the TV.

"Go to sleep, Aunt Sally. And wake up all better, okay? We'll run away tomorrow," she said, even though she knew better.

***

Of course Aunt Sally was the same the next day and the next, and Evie's days and nights took on a new and terrible routine. She'd do the chores from morning until evening, until her whole body ached and her hands were red and chapped. And then there was her Aunt, whom she had to help bathe and dress and feed.

There was no time for 'soaps' or for knitting. She'd thought that her modeling had been hard work, but it had been easy compared to this. She couldn't believe that her Aunt had somehow managed all this all by herself for so many years. And what was she going to do when school started again in the fall?

But at least her Uncle Jed let her alone. He wasn't that stupid. He wanted his meals and his clean house and his clean and mended clothes, so he stayed out of her way during the day.

But every night he'd come into her room without knocking. He'd not say a word. He'd simply drop his overalls and stand next to her bed in the darkness. She'd sit up and lean forward, licking her lips so his fat knob would slide between them easily.

He no longer held onto her head as she sucked him. Only at the end, when he grab her by the shoulders and grunt like one of his pigs as he humped his hips and she'd swallow his semen.

Then the second week he began to touch her differently. His big hands would roam gently over her head, shoulders and back, as if he was petting a cat. He began to touch her chest, too, and the friction on her nipples sent shivers all through her.

The third week began and this routine changed, too.

"I been afraid she'd wake up and catch us, so I been bidin' my time," he said turning on the light. "But it's plain she ain't gonna, so strip and let me see all of that pretty little body of yours!"

"Please, no, Uncle Jed. I don't want to. No man has ever seen me naked. Not even my daddy. At least after I stopped wearing diapers."

This wasn't quite true, but it really wasn't a lie, either. At her mother's insistence she'd had a little screen in the studio that she'd go behind to change into her outfits. But there had been two or three 'special sets' and lots of times that her daddy had to help her with some of the more complicated costumes. The gauzy ones that had to be pinned just so, for instance, so even though she wore nothing underneath, nothing could really be seen clearly as long as the camera didn't get too close. And naturally there had been a few accidents, when something slipped, or a strap broke, or a zipper got stuck. And sometimes toward the end of a shoot when she'd get tired she'd get a little careless and drop her towel or the stuffed animal or whatever else she was using to cover herself.

After all, it was only her wonderful, loving daddy, so she wasn't embarrassed. Besides he'd say things like, "God, princess you are so beautiful like that. If it wasn't for the stupid prudes who make the laws, I'd photograph you 'au natural' all the time and we'd make millions. And if you were only a little older, and I was single, I'd marry you."

She'd grin then and blush and feel this warm rush of love for him. She'd thought about marrying her daddy, even though she knew this was only a stage that all girls go through.

But this was completely different.

"Like hell. I know what your daddy been doing to you. You suck my dick like you been doing it since you was a baby. And I can tell how much you like it."

This wasn't quite true, either. But she'd at least rapidly gotten to the point where it no longer disgusted her. She'd realized that by doing this she was protecting herself from the man. From his fists and from being raped.

And it was amazing how much it had changed him. He was actually complimenting her on her meals and the house. And the other day he'd brought home a dress for her to wear. It was a pretty red one with thin straps, if two sizes too big.

"Geez, thanks, Uncle Jed!" she said, holding it up.

"Go try it on. With nothin' on under it."

She did, and realized looking at herself in the bathroom mirror that she had to be careful as she moved so he couldn't see through the armholes. She'd worn something similar for one of her galleries. She'd stretched her arms up or bent down toward the camera, and the pictures had almost, but not quite shown her 'cute little nips' as her daddy called them. All the files had been named 'little red thing' and numbered over one hundred, and it had been one of her more popular sets.

Of course giving her Uncle a blow job every night had changed her, too. How could it not? She'd begun to pretend his cock and his hands belonged to a kind, handsome man, one of her fans who was in love with her, and she'd feel this tingling inside her down there between her thighs, and it wasn't because she had to pee.

She knew what this feeling meant because of her e-mails. Because there were so many, her daddy had to use a program that searched for certain words. Any e-mail that had them was automatically deleted. However some didn't use any of those key words. And she saved and re-read the one that said, "I imagine you touching yourself at night in your bed. I touch myself then. As you rub up and down, I do too. We both reach our peak at the moment. It's the nicest thing there is, and it gives my life meaning. You see, I'm in a wheel chair and can't go out. I have no one but you, Eveline. I love you. Don't ever leave me."

After that she began to try it, and it wasn't long before she found out what 'reaching her peak' meant. After that she was hooked and 'masturbated' ...she'd looked this up on the web and found out the word for it... every night.

"Don't give me that shit!" he growled menacingly, holding up his fist. "Or I'll give you some of this! Now get naked!"

She got out of bed and pulled the long t-shirt she wore for a night gown over her head. She held it in front of her for a long second then let it drop. She stared down at the floor as he stared at her. She could feel his eyes on her. He had big brown eyes like her daddy, except his weren't soft and warm.

She looked up as she heard the now familiar rustle. This time he stepped out of his overalls, and she saw he'd taken his boots off. Wearing only his rough undershirt and his dirty socks she could see what had been in her mouth every night for the past two weeks. "His cock!" she thought. "I wonder if all men look like that?"

She knew, of course, that they didn't. Nothing else did, so why would it?

Just then he grabbed her and threw her back on the bed.

"Just one thing. If your Aunt Sally ever comes out of it and you tell her about this, I'll whack her up the side of her head and bust her brain up so much she'll just sit there and shit in her pants, and you'll have to clean it up. You got that?"

Evie nodded and began to cry.

"What you blattin' for? You wanna get fucked, don't you? It's been a long time, so..."

"But I've never been... been... had intercourse, Uncle Jed. Honest! I'm a vir... vir... virgin," she blubbered.

"Ha! You lyin' little slut!" he said grabbing her ankles and spreading them.

Her daddy had done this many times to pose her, and the feel of his hands on her had always made her smile and tingle all over. She remembered then what her mother had almost said. She'd filled in the word later as she was learning about things on the internet. "Slut! My mom thinks I look like a slut!"

"Jesus! Look at you! I never in my life seen anythin' so sweet!" he said as he stared at her down there. Then he bent his head down and kissed her slit. She knew about this kind of 'oral sex' too, and had wondered what it might be like. Some of the e-mails had hinted that this was what the man wanted to do, but the actual feel of his lips against her there sent shivers up and down her spine.

He licked and kissed her for several minutes. It was an amazing feeling and she didn't want it to stop. But it did.

Then as he lay down on top of her... "You expect me to..." as she felt the fat knob spread her, "...believe that your daddy never..." as he pushed in, "...Oh, Sweet Jesus! Your little cunt... is so hot and wet!"

It was true. She couldn't help it.

When she was posing for the camera she'd sometimes have to stop and wipe herself, or change her undies because they'd show damp spots.

"What is it, daddy? Is it pee?" she'd asked."

"No, princess. It's what happens when a girl gets excited. It's her own natural lubrication. It means that her body is ready for sex. It happens with men, too. A few drops of this slippery stuff called 'pre-cum' comes out of the tip of his penis."

"Oh, so then when they're both ready it makes it easier, right?"

"Right, baby."

And what he'd just been doing had made her get all juicy down there. However, this didn't mean that she wanted this!

"Ohhhh! Oh, Uncle Jed, please!" she begged, too afraid to struggle under him.

"Goddamn! I knew it!" he shouted as he slid in all the way. "Your daddy broke you in. His cock... must not..." as he began to thrust in and out, "...have been as big... as mine, though... 'cause you're so... fuckin' tight!"

She'd had an infection and the gynecologist had told her that she'd either been born without a hymen, which was rare, but not abnormal, or that it had been broken when she was a toddler. By strenuous play, or by falling on a toy.

"Hey, honey, you're lucky," her mom had said. "It'll make your first time easier. That is, when you're of legal age."

It was true. It didn't hurt at all. But still... because she didn't want this, it was rape. As she lay there letting him do her, she thought, "I'll call the sheriff and have him put in jail."

"Come on, little one! Don't hold back. Fuck me back! I won't tell no one you're a slut who loves to get fucked!"

She didn't know how to do this. But then again she hadn't known how to suck cock either, so...

She remembered some poses she'd done in almost all of her galleries. Shots where she'd plant her feet and her hands and arch her body up. Her daddy would bend down for a few close ups and then say, "Yeah, baby! That's it! Now look right at me and give your fans a big smile!" as he'd move from between her knees up to her head.

So she experimented, and...

"Yeah, that's it. Do it, you little whore!"

"I'm not... a whore!" she grunted under him, suddenly furious. She gripped his arms and slammed herself up against him, as if she could shake him off.

"YEE-HAA!" he howled.

She kept it up. "The sooner he cums, the sooner he'll get off me," she told herself.

But that wasn't all. It was the way it was starting to feel. The sliding friction inside that at first made her sick had changed to something else. Something that, while this worried her, she was beginning to like. "It's my own fault. It's because I've masturbated so much!" she thought guiltily. Then wonderingly, "So this is what it's all about!" she thought. "Sex! I'm having sex. I'm fucking! And I'm only eleven instead of eighteen!"

Her mom had had a long talk with her about the subject a few weeks after the discussion of the kinds of shots her daddy was taking. "You're growing up too quickly, baby. Not physically, not yet, but the stuff you're doing is pretty... well, adult."

"So, what's wrong with that, mom? Don't you want me to grow up?"

"Of course I do, baby, but... well, you should enjoy your childhood. It's the only chance you'll have, so..."

But just then her daddy walked in. "I agree with you," he said to her mom. "However, the questions are, what should children be doing, and when. In some countries they get married at her age. Even here, in the not so distant past, kids were helping to support their families by working in factories, or in the fields. Not that I condone child labor, but..."

"We're talking about sex, dear. So if you don't mind..." her mom said.

"So, can't I join in? I've got some responsibility here, too. And some opinions."

And so on. They both answered her questions... at least the ones she dared ask... honestly, and what she got out of it in the end is that her dad believed that children are naturally sexual, and shouldn't be stopped from exploring their bodies and feelings, while mom was much more strict.

"Eighteen is the legal age, and it's the law for a reason," she said at the end.

"Yeah, a dumb reason. In fact for lots of dumb reasons. And while they're supposedly waiting to be of age they're missing out on a lot. And then, when finally they're legal, it's too late."

"Don't be silly! I waited, and it didn't hurt me!" her mom said angrily.

"What?! Don't you remember when we first met? Why you were so uptight! And I had to teach you..."

"Not now! Not in front of..." her mom shouted.

"Yeah, I know. Not in front of the eggs," her dad said sarcastically as he left the room.

Later he showed her some sites on the web that were for kids who wanted to know about sex. "They're for teens, so even though you've got a few years to go... but you're smart enough now, so... and it's obvious that you're curious, too. Hey, baby, listen, let me ask you a question. Do you think that my taking pictures of you, and all the attention, and the e-mails from those men... well, is it hurting you?"

"No, daddy! Not at all. I love it!"

"Great! Well, I'm glad."

Evie felt the tingle begin to build. She clung harder to her Uncle, no longer in anger, but to get his belly to rub her in just the right spot.

"Faster, Uncle Jed! Harder!" she heard herself whisper, as the sensations from her clitoris... this from another website... became like little electric shocks.

"Little slut," her Uncle groaned, but he did what she wanted. The bed began to protest with loud squeaks, and they both began to gasp and pant.

After a few minutes of this Evie felt those lovely waves of pleasure begin in her vagina and her brain at the same time, spreading out like the ripples on a pond to wash over and through her. She'd felt this before but never so intensely.

"Jesus Christ!" her Uncle gasped, "Your little cunt... is makin' me... CUMMM!" and she felt his cock stiffen deep inside her, and then the warmth as his spurting seed filled her, but this time it was going where it belonged.

***

After that she got fucked every night. Sometimes twice, because he'd stay hard. She'd sleep naked so she'd be ready. He started taking off his dirty socks and rough shirt and began to take showers so he'd be clean instead of smelly.

He began to kiss and hold her and rub her all over. And usually, that is if he wasn't too tired, he'd spread her legs, suck her toes, and lick her slit and suck on her clit.

"Oh, Uncle Jed! Don't ever stop that! I love it!" she'd exclaim.

"I've wanted to eat you up from the first moment I saw you," he said, and she remembered Mr. Wilson, and some of the e-mails she gotten.

But gradually his meanness began to reappear. He began drinking again and staying out late. Then he'd come in and get into her bed and roll her over and stick it into her without bothering to get her excited. And she'd be so tired from working all day that she often wouldn't wake up until he was close to cumming. Then when he was done grunting and shooting his cum into her, he'd roll off her and lay back and start to snore. Frustrated, she'd straddle him and fuck herself on him until she got off, too.

The first time she did this, her Uncle said the next morning, "Christ, it's true. Your daddy taught you to really love fuckin'!"

"No, Uncle Jed. Not my daddy. I didn't lie to you about being a virgin. You taught me to love it."

"I guess that means that you're not just my niece anymore. That now you're my little whore, too."

"Yes, sir, I guess I am."

***

Little Evie thought she'd adapted to her new life. But like before, it changed drastically one night.

She was just about to go up to bed when she heard the pickup pull into the yard. She ran upstairs, stripping as she went, went into the bathroom and peed, splashed some water up there so she'd be fresh and clean, then brushed her hair and rinsed out her mouth with a glob of toothpaste and a mouthful of water.

But as she was heading for her room she heard laughter downstairs. He'd brought someone home! She stopped and listened, feeling a surge of jealousy at the thought that he'd picked up some woman in the bar. But then she heard a man's loud voice, "Well, where the hell is she?"

"In bed. Waitin' for it," her Uncle said.

"Well, let's go give her some, then," the other man said.

Then a third voice boomed out, "She better be as good as you say, Jed. Or I'll double the fine."

She panicked. She ran to her Aunt's room. "Auntie, wake up! You have to! You have to protect me!"

The woman opened her eyes, but only stared at the ceiling.

"I'm sorry, Aunt Sally. Really. I shouldn't have let him the first time. I was so afraid he'd beat me. I won't do it anymore, okay? I promise. I don't care what he says or does. I'll just run away, and... but then who would take care of you? Oh, darn you, Aunt Sally. You're no help at all! It's not fair!" she said, then she crawled under her bed.

It didn't take long before her Uncle Jed came into the room. It was, after all a small house, and there weren't that many places to hide. He stood for a moment, in silence, no doubt staring down at his wife, then said, "What are you doin' awake? Go to sleep, you stupid sow," Then, "Oh, wait! I get it now," and he bent down and saw her.

"Come out of there, Evie."

"No."

"You want to get fucked, don't you? That's why you're naked, right?"

"Send them away. Then I'll come out and you can fuck me."

"Well, it ain't that simple. Seems I was speedin' and a little drunk, so I had to kinda make a deal to keep my license and from payin' the fine."

"Deal? What kind of deal?" she asked, already knowing.

"I told the sheriff and his deputy that I had somethin' for 'em. Somethin' real nice. Now I want you to come out and meet them."

"But I'm not dressed! And besides, I can't believe that you would..." but just then he quickly reached under and grabbed her by the hair. "OWWW! STOP! I'll come out!" she hollered, already sobbing.

He kept his grip on her hair and held her by the neck like a cat with his other hand to steer her downstairs.

In the living room were two men in uniform. The older fat, ugly one was walking back and forth, humming to himself and tugging up his pants up by his wide black belt. The younger, even uglier one, was playing with his gun. Spinning it around his long boney finger like a cowboy.

They both stopped and stared as she was pushed in ahead of her Uncle.

"Yes, indeedy!" the sheriff said.

"Wow!" his deputy breathed, almost dropping his gun.

Evie stared down at her bare feet, her toes overlapping, her long hair covering her blushing face, her one hand covering her cunt, while her other arm across her chest hid her erect nipples. It was a pose she'd used often on her website, although then she'd usually been at least a little bit dressed and she'd looked at the camera and gave her fans one of her famous 'shy, come-on' smiles.

The sheriff walked over to her. She stared at his shiny, black sheriff shoes as he rocked back and forth and hummed. Then one lifted and stepped on her toes. "Lift your head, little one," he said.

Evie didn't and the shoe pressed down, his fat hand grabbed her chin. "I said...!"

She did as he said and the other hand pushed her hair away from her face.

"God, what a beauty! Don't be hiding it."

"Put your hands down at your sides," her Uncle growled in her ear.

Evie did and the deputy came over, whistling his appreciation. "Now I see what you mean. She's something!"

"Let's get this over with, okay?" her Uncle said. "Take out your cocks and she'll blow you."

Both men unzipped quickly. The sheriff said, "I'm first."

"Figured you would be," the deputy said sullenly.

Evie turned around to look at her Uncle. She didn't dare say anything, but her expression was one of pleading.

"Do it!"

Evie went up on her toes and leaned over to take the man's knob into her mouth. She didn't want to touch him, but when he dropped his pants she had no choice as his flabby belly practically covered his flaccid cock, and she had to use both hands get at it.

Soon however, he was erect enough that one hand was enough. She tugged with her circled thumb and finger around the base while she sucked. And flicked her tongue quickly back and forth on the underside in the same spot as she did on her Uncle. He hadn't told her about these tricks, but she'd learned them herself from his reactions. At first they'd been to get him to cum quick so she could go back to sleep, but later it had been to get him hard sooner so he could fuck her.

"God, you weren't lying, Jed. She sucks really fine! You teach her this?"

"Well, maybe. Still ain't sure it weren't her daddy."

"Her daddy?" exclaimed the deputy. "Wow, that's really perverted."

Evie could see from the corner of her eye that the younger man was already erect. His cock was thick and very long. She hoped she could handle it. It would be a real lip stretcher. And even though, thankfully, she wasn't going to find out, she couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like stuffed deep inside her....

"That's enough, little one," the sheriff said, pushing her head away. "You'll make me cum if you don't stop."

"It's okay. She knows how to swallow. Cum away," her Uncle said proudly.

"No, I want to fuck her."

"Oh, no. That weren't the deal. I told you that she'd blow you, not that you could..." but then her Uncle shut up. The sheriff had pulled his gun and was aiming it his head. "We could add resisting arrest to the charges."

"Might even have to say you pulled a gun on us and we had to shoot you," said the deputy.

"Now wait a minute, fellas. We're friends, ain't we? I mean I knowed you both all these years, so..."

"Yeah, we know you, Jed. How you mistreat your poor wife. Speaking of which, where is she at?"

"She's off visitin' her cousin in Indiana. That's why you ain't seen her in town."

"Yeah? That's not what I heard. Anyway, as long as she don't walk in and catch us."

Then turning to his deputy, "Maybe you better handcuff him. Just in case he gets frisky. And her too, while you're at it."

The deputy did this, using both his and the sheriff's handcuffs. Then he took her Uncle Jed over to the chair in the corner. "You just sit here and enjoy the show."

Evie was led to the couch. "Make like a doggy," the sheriff said.

She did this. It was a position that her Uncle liked, and she did, too. She'd discovered that if she pressed her face and shoulders against the bed and swayed her back, that this tilted her hips up so her Uncle's knob rubbed against what the website called her 'G-spot,' and she'd have these amazing orgasms. Of course now, with her wrists in handcuffs in the small of her back, she had no choice, so...

"God, look at her. The little slut wants it bad, sheriff!" the deputy said. "Looks like a she-cat in heat!"

"Fuckin' whore!" the sheriff said. Then he gave her ass a hard whack.

Then another, and another.

Evie bit her lips, determined not to let this man know how this felt. But as he kept it up, this made her muffled gasps sound like moans.

"I think she likes this. You been spankin' this child, Jed?"

"Un-unh. I ain't no sadist, like you, sheriff."

"Don't know what you're missing. It's lots of fun. Gets girls hot and ready to be fucked. Most of them like it, even though they won't admit it."

Evie couldn't believe what was happening to her. Not just the fact that she was about to be raped by two strangers, who were law-enforcement officers, but that the spanking was having the effect that he said. Her cunt was already warm and damp. Being handcuffed like this, and the burning of her buttocks only added to the fire within her.

"Don't suppose you got any KY, Jed," the sheriff said.

"KY? What's that?"

"Figures. So where's your butter?" the sheriff asked.

"Don't got none. Use oleo. It's in the fridge."

"Go get it," he said to the deputy. "And bring me a beer if he's got any."

He went back to spanking her then. First one cheek, then the other. Evie felt her vagina's readiness advance to hot and sopping. And empty. She wanted it now. It wouldn't be rape after all.

"Here you go, sheriff," the deputy said, handing him a beer.

"Lube me up, Calvin."

The deputy scooped a gob from the tub and coated the sheriff's stiff cock.

"Now her."

Evie felt the man's fingers push into her ass. They probed deeply and spun as he coated her liberally with the cool gobs of oleo, sending delicious shivers up her spine.

She'd read about anal sex on the web, and after she'd gotten over her initial shock and disgust, had begun to wonder what it would feel like. Especially since it claimed that there were as many nerve endings up there as in a man's penis or a woman's vagina, and that some people can orgasm from it. Since she'd become so addicted to orgasms, she'd thought about asking her Uncle to try it, but as yet hadn't dared.

"You gonna fuck her up the ass? Christ, I always knew you were a fuckin' pervert!" her Uncle said.

"Might have to add charges of public lewdness and bribery, as well. You don't shut up Jed you're gonna be in jail for the rest of your unnatural life," the sheriff warned.

"Hurry up, sheriff. I need to fuck her hairless little twat real bad," the deputy whined, jerking his cock with his oleo slicked hand.

"Happy to oblige," the sheriff said.

Evie felt his knob against her, and despite her willingness, stiffened in anticipation of the pain. She was glad he was the one doing this, as his cock wasn't all that big compared to her Uncle's or the deputy's.

"Relax your hole, little one. It'll be easier on you if you let me in. This your first time?"

"Yes, sir."

"Just pretend it's a big turd, but going in..." as he pushed in...

Despite the weirdness of this, it worked. Evie shivered at the sensation. It was nice. Even if it made her feel a little sick to her stomach.

"...and now it's coming out..." as he drew back.

"In..."

In.

"Out..."

Out.

"That's what it's...

In.

"...all about."

Out.

"God, she's so hot and tight! Much better than you, Calvin."

"Christ!" the deputy swore softly.

"Yeah, little girl, I could fuck your sweet little ass every night for the rest of my life."

"Thank you, sir," Evie managed.

"And so polite, to boot!"

For the next few minutes there was silence, except for the soft sounds of sliding flesh, and the occasional pop of trapped air. But as the sheriff went faster and slammed into her harder he began to huff and puff, and Evie began to moan. The old couch got in on the act, creaking as if to complain that it, too, was being ill-used.

"I'm being anally penetrated!" Evie thought in amazement. "And I love it!" in even greater astonishment.

Then, "YESSSSS!" the sheriff shouted as he grabbed her hips and pushed in as deep as he could, flattening his belly against her stinging skin.

Evie could feel his cock stiffen and throb, then the hot jets of his jism splashing up inside her. "If only my hands were free," she thought, wanting to rub her clit. She was very close and it wouldn't take much to get off.

The sheriff stopped and pulled out. He bent down and gave each of her buttocks cheeks a lick and a wet kiss.

"Thanks, little one," he sighed giving her a final 'love' slap.

"Don't worry, little girl, I'm here. I know where you're supposed to be fucked," the deputy said grabbing her hips.

He plunged in immediately, and his awesome thickness, stunning length and breathtaking stiffness thrillingly stretched and completely filled her, pushing her over the brink into an intense orgasm.

***

"Little whore!" Uncle Jed shouted. "Take that!"

Whack! The leather belt snapped across her chest and curled around to sting her back.

"OWWW! STOP! I couldn't help it!" she shouted.

She was naked, her wrists tied together with some rough twine, then tied again to the pig rope in the barn. She had to hang onto the rope to keep it from cutting into her flesh as she dangled at just the right height for being punished. With each snap of the belt she hollered and kicked her legs which made the semen of the sheriff and his deputy run down the insides of her thighs.

"Couldn't help it? You loved it!"

Whack!

"OWWW! But it's what you wanted, Uncle Jed!"

"Ha!"

Whack!

"OWWW!"

"I wanted you to want to fuck me. Not be a slut for any man that comes along and sticks his cock in you."

Whack!

"OWWW! Please, Uncle Jed. I don't understand. Why are you hurting me?"

"I'm teaching you a lesson, is what."

"What is it you want me to learn? Please, just tell me. I'll do it, I promise."

"You will, huh? Okay, then. We'll see."

He let her down then and carried her to the back, where in one of the stalls she saw a bunch of hay bales, a blanket draped over one of them, and her Uncle's big, black dog that he kept chained to the wall. Evie had never understood why the man had him. All the poor animal could do is eat and sleep and walk around in a small arc defined by the length of the chain.

As they got closer the dog growled at them.

"Shut up, spike! I brung you a present."

He set her down on her feet. "Assume the position," he growled.

"What do you mean?" she asked, already knowing.

"The one that you obviously like so much," he said as he pushed her toward the blanket.

She got on her hands and knees on top of the bale.

He went to the dog and released him. Immediately the huge animal came to her and sniffed her. Then he licked her and Evie shivered from the feeling of his hot, rasping tongue against her slit and asshole.

Then again, and this time she moaned. She couldn't help it. After being thoroughly fucked by the deputy, the sheriff had fucked her cunt, too, and she'd cum again. And there was something about her Uncle's anger that excited her too. He was jealous, and this meant that, at least in a way, he loved her. This and the beating and being tied up made it a sure thing that her cunt would be hot and juicy, ready and needing to be filled up with hot, hard, male flesh.

She turned her head and saw that apparently Spike knew this too, as his long tubular penis had fully emerged from his sheath.

"Please, Uncle Jed. Don't make me do this," she begged. "This is bestiality. Don't let him breed me."

"Shut the fuck up, slut!" he growled, dropping his overalls. His cock was already erect and he began stroking it.

"Sic her, Spike. She be your bitch now. Stick your doggy dick in 'er."

Evie knew about this too from the web. She'd read that some women preferred dogs to men. They claimed that dogs were cleaner, started ejaculating right away, therefore providing lots of lubrication, and they lasted longer, made the women cum harder, and were more loyal afterwards.

Nevertheless she was terrified, and she closed her eyes as the dog reared up and mounted her. His forelegs wrapped around her, his great paws adding claw marks on her tummy that was already well-marked by her Uncle's leather strap.

She felt his cock stabbing at her, hitting too high, then too low. As it rubbed under her slit it's tip hit her clit, which was stiff and sticking out of its hood. He did this several times, making her moan. And she couldn't help but wiggle just a little... and then it happened! He hit the mark. Boy, did he ever!

Evie gasped at the sensation of his long doggy cock slithering all the way up inside her vagina. Then again as he began to frantically fuck her. Again looking around she saw his tail wagging furiously, his hips almost a blur as he attacked her like some kind of mad, furry machine. She could feel his warm fluid running down the insides of her thighs.

She had to lay her head down on her arms, sway her back and tilt her hips. His tip massaged her G-spot and the tingle began to build very rapidly. She reached under to rub her clit, as she felt the dog's warm drool drip onto her back.

"I knowed it! Fuckin' whore! God knows which one of you is more of an animal! The big, black, furry beast or the slutty little redheaded kid!"

Between the dog's rapid panting and her own nearly continuous moans and groans, Evie hardly heard him. Nor did she care. Spike's swiftly shuttling meat was creating astonishing vibrations inside her. And no man, at least none of the three so far, had fucked her this powerfully, with such eagerness and passion.

Just as her orgasm began she felt it. The dog's knot swelled as his semen began to gush into her womb. The combination of sensations was overwhelming. She fell into an immense blackness, a vacuum that contained only the pure penetrating ether of complete sexual pleasure.

When she awoke she was being rocked. A man's arms had taken the place of the dog's legs, holding her tightly.

"Come back to me, baby," the voice crooned and for a moment she thought she'd died and it was her daddy. Then she realized where she was, and that as she was being rocked she was being fucked.

"I'm sorry, little one. I'll never hurt you again. I promise," he moaned.

She opened her eyes then. She was sitting in his lap in the rocker on the porch, facing him, her legs over the arms. His face was all scrunched up and his wrinkled, sun-baked cheeks streaked with tears. She'd never seen him cry before. Nor heard him say he was sorry.

"It's okay, Uncle Jed," she whispered, feeling this sudden wave of compassion for him. "It's okay."

"You're back!" he exclaimed. "I thought you'd left me. I thought that dog had fucked you into havin' a stroke like my Alice!"

"No, Uncle Jed. He... well, whatever he did was pretty amazing. I've never felt anything like it."

"Really? Not even with me?"

"I didn't mean that. I love the way you fuck me. It's just that... well, every once in awhile... I mean, if I'm good and get the chores done on time, and make you a special dinner, do you think that you could... I know this must sound awful, but you did this to me. You made me into your whore, so... anyway, could you string me up and whip me again and let Spike fuck me?"

Uncle Jed laughed then. "Sure, little one! Whenever you want. As long as I can fuck you after. Why your little cunt is so full of his hot jizz..." as he looked down.

She looked down, too, and it was true. Her Uncle's overalls were soaked for several inches all around his imbedded cock.

"I'll put them into the washer before I go to bed. But now rock me, Uncle Jed. Rock me and fuck me and cum in me," she said.

So he did.

***

After that little Evie's life became a little easier. She moved into her Uncle's room and slept in his bed like she was his wife, and he fucked her every night, and sometimes up her ass, which he'd gotten to like, even though he still maintained it was perverted. And he hired a woman to come to the house and help with the chores.

The sheriff and his deputy would come by once a week and 'strip search her' and handcuff her and spank her. They used their 'evidence' camera to record this, and taught her Uncle how to use it. He went out and got a new TV and a VCR, and the first time they watched her being fucked by the two law enforcement officers at the same time got them both very excited. As they were fucking on the floor with their eyes still on the screen, Evie finally realized the truth about her fans and her website.

"Gee, Uncle Jed, they must have all been jerking off, weren't they?"

"Probably. Look at you. You're so hot. And that smile! I bet even dressed you gave them hard-ons.

Now her Uncle would join in when they came over, and she'd have three cocks in her at the same time, which made her orgasm like a freight train full of dynamite going so fast it left the tracks and crashed and exploded.

And at least once a month she'd be 'punished' in the barn for being 'such a slut.' Although he no longer had to tie her, she'd simply hang on to the pig rope as he strapped her good all over and called her names. When her cunt was hot and sopping she'd tell him to stop, let go of the rope and go and unchain Spike herself.

She'd handcuff herself... the sheriff gave her a pair for her very own... and 'assume the position' and after the dog had thoroughly fucked her, made her orgasm like crazy, and filled her up with his cum and his knob had deflated, her Uncle would fuck her too.

Which didn't mean that now and then her Uncle wouldn't start to get mean again. But all she had to do was say, "Stop it, Uncle Jed. I love you and you love me, so there's no need."

Then he'd grin and hug her. "Thank you, Eveline. You are my life."

And Aunt Alice gradually began to get better. She began to look at things... other than the TV... and do things on her own. She even began to do some of her chores again, and do some of the cooking.

At first this alarmed Evie and made her Uncle nervous too, but one time the woman walked in and sat down next to them on the couch and watched the porn tape along with them as Evie sucked him off.

They knew then she would never be the same again, and she slept in Evie's room, and didn't pay any attention when they fucked in front of her, or went out to the barn.

However, when the sheriff and his deputy came over, they made her stay in the kitchen, just in case.

The End