Carter’s Niece
PUBLISHED BY:
Maggie Chatterley
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Copyright © 2012 by Maggie Chatterley
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Carter’s Niece
Sometimes I forget about my other life, how it was before my abduction. I was a different person back then, a girl, not a woman, a sheltered innocent who had no idea of the evils men were capable of, even good, seemingly decent men.
In that other world, I lived at a private boarding school in the south. My personal needs were tended to by Alice, who my uncle had purchased for me. Alice’s mother was from Africa, but Alice was born on the plantation. I have no idea who her father may have been.
I never took the time to consider Alice’s unfortunate circumstances, or how she must have felt to be in bondage - with no say as to how she might live her life or spend her days. At least, I never considered her fate until I too was placed into bondage, forced to endure what the men who held me wished to inflict on my body.
Until I was ten, I was raised by my parents, but after they were killed in a house fire, I became the ward of my Uncle Carter. I don’t recall ever meeting Uncle Carter when my parents were alive, nor seeing him more than one brief time, when he placed me in the boarding school.
I knew he was paying for my board and tuition, and other than missing my parents, I was fairly comfortable at my new home. I was well fed, I had a beautiful private bedroom, my own personal slave and many friends. Yet, I had no personal relationship with Uncle Carter.
Quite frankly, while growing up I never believed my uncle particularly cared for me; I was no more than a family obligation. Yet public perception is a funny thing. Apparently, Uncle Carter led those in his small town to believe he was quite the doting uncle, and that he adored, treasured and missed his young niece, who lived far from the western town in which he resided.
If one was to listen to my uncle, I was far too good to be tainted by the roughnecks who lived in his community. I was a cultured, intelligent young lady who deserved to be spoiled and pampered. Of course, he never really felt this way. He was a ruthless man, willing to destroy families and innocents to get what he wanted. Which he did. Living in the southeast, sheltered from the outside world, I had no idea my uncle was so hated, or that I too was equally hated.
Yes, people hated me. They didn’t know me, yet they believed I was my uncle’s only vulnerable spot. When a person is so despised it is only natural that those who hold a grudge focus on the one thing capable of hurting the prime object of their hate.
Uncle Carter led people to believe I was fully aware of what kind of a man he was, and that I adored him in spite of it. He found amusement in letting people believe I loved being spoiled and pampered; showered with gifts – gifts obtained by hurting others. I was painted as a shallow and selfish young woman. In retrospect, I believe my uncle enjoyed painting me in this false light to taunt those who he victimized.
When I turned eighteen, my uncle sent for me. I was leaving the boarding school and my friends, and while I was sad, I was excited for an adventure. Alice was not to go with me.
While I didn’t really know my uncle, I did want him to love me and had great hopes he and I would be a family, and he my surrogate father. I never suspected he had other ideas, which included claiming my virginity, something he had been planning for years. It did not matter to him that I was the only daughter of his only sister. He had no aversion to raping his innocent niece.
They never realized my Uncle’s wrath over my capture and abuse was not that they used my body, but that they got to me first. He planned all along to be the one to tear through my virgin barrier with his penis, which is why he paid to have me isolated and sheltered, away from amorous young men and boys, who might seduce me and claim my innocence.
I remember the long trip, which began on a train west, and then the stagecoach. It was at the way station, where we stopped to visit the outhouse and change the horses that they took me. The abduction was efficiently carried out. I was just stepping out of the outhouse when they grabbed me, shoving a gag in my mouth and binding me securely before tossing me onto a horse, like a sack of flour.
It was a long and uncomfortable ride before we reached the remote cabin. There were four men, three who took me, and one that was waiting for them at the cabin. None of them spoke to me, other than to tell me to shut up and do as I was told, which was rather ironic, considering I hadn’t so much as screamed, still in shock over my abduction.
They roughly removed the ropes and gag, and directed me to a bedroom. It was a sparsely furnished room, with just a bed, rustic dresser and tub, filled with bathwater.
“I prepared a hot bath for her.” The one man who was waiting at the cabin told his comrades when they pushed me into the room. I later learned his name was Luke. I learned all of their names shortly. The three who took me were Sam, Hank and Ben. All were white, save for Ben. As for their ages, at the time it was difficult to tell for they all wore some sort of facial hair, which concealed their features.
“What the hell did you do that for?” Sam asked.
“I figured she would be ready for a hot bath after such a long and dusty trip.”
“Well aren’t you the thoughtful one.” Sam sneered sarcastically.
“Fine with me,” said Hank, “I’d prefer her cleaned up before I fuck her. Hell, it would be a nice change from the girls at Sally’s place.” I still had not made so much as a peep, and Hank’s declaration paralyzed me. I might be sheltered, yet I understood what men did to woman, Alice had told me all about it.
“It’s been a long ride; I’m ready for a drink. Luke, you deal with the girl since you seem to be so bent on playing nursemaid.” Sam said.
The three men that abducted me turned and left the bedroom, shutting the door behind them and leaving me in the room alone with Luke, who seemed rather nervous.
Luke was a sandy haired man, with several days growth of whiskers on his face. Upon closer inspection, I estimated he was just a few years older than myself. He had beautiful blue eyes, something I did not notice until later, when he was holding me down, forcing his penis into my body.
“I’ll leave you alone; I need to go talk to the guys, to see what we are going to do next. The water is cooling off, so you might not want to wait. I put something on the bed you can dry off on when you are done.
“Why am I here?” I asked at last. It was the first words I’d spoken since being snatched.
“We have a score to settle with your Uncle Carter.” He said simply.
“Score? Am I being kidnapped? Are you asking for a ransom.”
“No. We aren’t planning to ask for a ransom. We plan to return you to your uncle.”
“Dead? Are you settling some score by murdering me, and delivering my dead body?” I remembered a book I’d read once, where they murdered the man’s family to get revenge.
“No. We aren’t murderers.” He answered, his tone sounding as if I insulted him. Your uncle is the murder, not us.”
“When do you plan to return me?” I ignored his comment about my uncle being a murderer, for I didn’t believe him.
“When we are done with you.” He then turned and left the room. I could hear him bolt the door behind him. I was locked in. I immediately went to the window, but when I pulled back the window coverings, I discovered it was boarded up. There was no way out.
I did feel very dirty, and the bath looked tempting. I decided to take a quick bath, wanting to get in and out of the bathwater before he returned. I considered moving the dresser in front of the door, so they couldn’t walk in on me when I bathed, but I was afraid it would make too much noise dragged across the wood floor, and I didn’t want them coming back into the room.
I quickly stripped off my clothing, and realized I had no clean clothes to put on after I finished bathing. My trunk was still on the stagecoach. When I took my clothes off I shook then well and laid them on the mattress.