Chapter 4
Jack didn't watch his son drive off. Striding purposefully up the walk, he let himself into the rambling, modern house.
"Suzy?"
He didn't really expect an answer. If she was where he figured she was, she wouldn't hear a bomb going off right outside the door.
He walked slowly through the house, as if searching for the girl. What he was really doing was building his anticipation, his horniness. His trim little fourteen-year-old niece was about to get an education. He didn't believe in sparing the rod and spoiling the child.
In the bedroom, he got the spare key to the "study". Then, outside the solid door of the room, he paused for a long, cock-hardening minute. Then he eased the key into the lock. What Suzy hadn't known about the lock was that it could be set so it was impossible to unlock from the inside, unless you knew the trick.
Silently, he turned the knob and eased the door open. He wondered just which of his traps she had tripped. He heard a soft moan, the musical clink of a chain, and smiled. He swung the door open and looked in. His prick was threatening to shred his pants.
Suzy was as fantastic naked as he had imagined she would be. She was sitting on the floor, her back toward him. One knee was raised and she was curled forward, working on the shackle binding her right ankle to one lower arm of the X-cross. Her long, slender legs were smooth as satin. A faint pale stripe crossed her tan, flawless back. Her ass was pale white, and contrasted prettily with her tan legs and back.
Her slender fingers worked at the lock on the shackle. She twisted the key in the keyhole uselessly. She hadn't heard the door open, was not aware her uncle was watching her from the doorway.
His feet silent on the thick carpeting, Jack moved forward and closed the door behind him. He leaned back against it, and the lock snapped shut with a loud click.
Suzy whirled around. His lust soared at the flicker of fear that crossed her pretty young face. He caught a flashing glimpse of her naked tit before she shielded it with one arm.
"Uncle Jack!" she squeaked with a mixture of fear and relief.
"Hello, Suzy," he greeted her softly. "You've been snooping, I see."
She was frightened. She stammered out apologies and excuses. The words tumbled over themselves in a jumble. She was curling up, trying to hide her nakedness from him. The attempt made her nakedness all the more arousing. Her grace and beauty and shyness made his prick throb.
Ignoring the words pouring from her mouth, Jack went over to the sofa and gazed down at the open scrapbook on the coffee table. Beside it was a plastic cock. It was still shining with the girl's juices. The mirror was placed so it reflected an endless series of couches off into the distance. The thought of the girl watching her reflection as she fucked herself with the dildo increased Jack's horniness.
Her flood of words finally died. Jack turned and looked at her. He let the door key drop to the table with a loud clatter. "You shouldn't snoop, Suzy," he said quietly. "I told you this was the only room in the house off limits to you."
"I'm sorry, Uncle Jack," she whimpered. "I'll never do it again, not ever, honest!"
"It doesn't really matter now, does it?" he asked. "I mean, you've found out my little secret, so promising not to do it again doesn't make much sense, does it?"
"I won't tell anyone, never ever, cross my heart and hope to die!" the huddled girl wailed desperately. She tugged at the chain holding her ankle to the wooden X.
"Hope to die indeed," her uncle mused, eyeing her hotly. "You may just hope exactly that when I get through with you."
The girl's fear changed to stark terror, a terror so great that it almost stopped Jack. Almost. But not quite. It made his balls tighten up, and he felt his dick drooling with excitement.
"You'll have to be punished," he told her in a deadly tone.
"Pu-pu-punished?" she whispered, her eyes filling with tears. "Stand up."
"Noooo," she moaned.
"Stand up, or by God I'll drag you to your feet," he growled, advancing on her slowly, his fingers opening and closing threateningly.
Frantically, the slender girl scrambled to her feet. She tried to hide her tits and her cunt from her uncle. What she actually did, was give him exciting, tantalizing glimpses of her secrets. Then she began shivering. She had her left arm crossed over her budding titties. Her right hand was cupped over her black-fringed pussy. She had her legs pressed tightly together, and was hunched over slightly.
She was the most adorable, exciting little cunt Jack had ever seen. His cock drooled in his pants. Reaching out, he grabbed her left wrist. It was no contest as he dragged her arm away from her tits, straightened it, raised it, and pinned it up and back against one of the upper arms of the X. The padded shackle shut like a trap on her slender wrist.
"What are you doing?" Suzy moaned, tugging futilely, making the chain rattle. She twisted her head, looked up at her trapped arm and hand.
Grabbing her other wrist, Jack dragged her hand away from her twat. "You wanted to know what this room was for. Well, I'll show you." Without even glancing at her exposed snatch, he immobilized her other hand.
Bending down, he yanked her free foot out from under her. He heard the chains snap and clink as she tried to get her balance. Her shackles kept her from falling. The last padded cuff snapped shut. She was spread-eagled, bound to the wooden cross. Walking around behind the crossed bars, Jack tightened the chains holding her wrists and ankles until she was pressed back against the oak beams, held tight, but not stretched.
"Nooooo," the terrified girl moaned.
From behind, Jack studied the girl on the cross. The bars intersected just above the small of her back. Her ass was exposed below, her shoulders above. She twisted her head, tried to see him over her shoulder. She couldn't because of the position of her arms.
Very gently, he reached out and eased a strand of her jet-black hair around one of her delicate ears. He stroked his hand across her satin-smooth shoulders, down over her shoulder blades. He saw her shiver, saw the goose bumps rise on her naked flesh.
Finally, he moved around in front of her and treated himself to a full view of her exposed body. Her tits were big for a girl her age. The way her arms were stretched upward, her boobs were flattened somewhat. Her rib cage rose and fell with her fearful breathing. Her titties were hard little darts on her creamy boobs. They were alert, begging to be pinched and twisted.
She was watching him warily. "What are you going to do?" she asked.
Jack stepped closer, and thought he could feel the heat from her naked body. He reached up, paused when she flinched away from his hand, then very gently brushed a lock of hair back off her forehead.
"I told you," he said. "You are going to find out just what this room is for."
Taking her chin in his hand, he brought his lips down on hers in a warm, demanding kiss. For a moment, she resisted. Then she was kissing him back, shyly. He stroked her lips with his tongue, then slowly penetrated her mouth, and swept her teeth and palate. Their teeth met and grated. Her tongue dueled with his as she writhed against her bindings.
He broke the kiss suddenly. She was panting hard. Her chest was rising and falling. Her mouth was spit-wet, her eyes hot. As he backed away, he noticed that her nipples were harder than before. Standing in full view of her, he undressed slowly. Her gaze fastened on his huge hard-on, and he saw curiosity, lust and fear all flash across her face.
"This will be quite a day for you youngsters," Jack said. "Billy got his first lay, and now you're going to get yours." He heard her suck in her breath at this. "After, of course, you have received your punishment."
He sauntered over to the case of whips and opened the glass doors. He surveyed the array carefully. "The cat, perhaps?" he mused, taking the cat o' nine tails down and running it through his fingers. "No, that's too much for you. It can strip the meat right off a man's bones." He heard her hiss of fear. "Don't want to leave any scars." She moaned and his prick sizzled, spilled a hot drop.
"Ah, this is just the thing," he said at last, taking down a light riding crop. "This is just the thing for breaking and training a spirited filly like you."
He moved back toward her, saw her eyes following the short shaft as he stroked it through his fingers. Standing in front of her, he used the tip of it to turn her head first one way and then the other. Her eyes never left his.
"First, a little stimulation," he purred.
He flicked each alert nipple delicately with the crop's thin end. The dark buds stiffened and he heard her suck her breath in through her teeth. He flicked her titties again, and saw her gut draw in. He smelled her fear-sweat, saw beads start down from her armpits.
Moving around a little, he flicked the crop against her belly. He had gauged the blow carefully, wanting it to just barely sting. He didn't want to hurt her badly. All he wanted to do was teach her obedience, and what a touch of pain could do for sex.
He could see that she was fighting tears. He flicked her tummy again. Her flesh pinked from the stinging slap. She bit her lower lip, and whimpered as he flicked her tummy again.
Leaving her belly with no more glow than a light sunburn, he began on the insides of her knees. He flicked the tip of the crop from side to side. He moved it upward, working the gently snapping tip up the insides of her thighs. Her leg muscles jerked and twitched excitingly. She writhed against her bonds.
He stopped short of her cunt.
He walked around behind her, and stood there silently. He waited until he could sense the knot of terror in her throat as she anticipated his next blow. He knew she was wondering where he would strike, and how hard.
The sharp rap of the whip against the tight white cheek of her ass brought a shriek of surprise and pain from her. He swung at the other cheek as the flush was developing on the first one. He was rewarded with another yelp and a violent heave against the chains.
A half-dozen slashes at each cheek and her fanny was a beautiful glowing red. The chained girl was blubbering childishly. He felt certain she had learned her lesson. His cock was like a stick of dynamite ready to explode. Now, he had to get her switched from pain to pleasure. The riding crop could take as great a part in that as it had in her punishment.
Teasingly, he eased the slender tip between her ass-cheeks, and stroked it up and down her crack. He wriggled it until she began to jerk and twist, and he knew he was touching her ass-hole. He increased the pressure until he saw her bottom tighten on the digging whip. He wiggled the whip and saw her lurch and surge against the chains, heard her moan and whine. He gave the crop a slow twist, and was rewarded with a backward thrust of her ass, and a throaty groan of pleasure. When he took his hand off the grip, the whip remained, sticking out of her ass like an obscene flagpole.
Leaving the riding crop in her ass-hole, he walked around in front of her. Her head was tilted back slightly, her eyes were closed. Her face was shiny with sweat. Her nipples were hard as cherry pits.
For a moment, Jack debated his next move. Then he went around behind her again. He reached down and unlatched the X frame. Pulling on one of the top arms, he swung the cross down until it was parallel with the floor. He saw Suzy's shocked face staring up at him as he stood over her.
He eased her back until her head was lower than her feet, and his cock was even with her face. Then he locked the wooden frame into the new position.
The riding crop still stuck out of her ass like a long, slender turd. Which surprised him, because he knew it was just barely into her bung. For a youngster, she apparently had an extremely talented ass-hole.
Reaching but, he began to torment her titties with both hands. He pinched and twisted her inviting berries. Her belly writhed and she moaned, and he saw the lust flaring hotly on her face.
"You see, Suzy, sex is as much of an art as, say, playing the violin," he told her softly as he played with her tits. "I explore the full symphony of erotic pleasure, and this is my concert hall."
The girl whined and writhed. He could smell her boiling arousal. His dick swayed near her head.
"You're one of the instruments," he went on. "One of the prettiest, I might add."
He saw a flicker of pride on her face when he said this.
"And, in order for the composition to reach its full flower and beauty," he continued, "the instrument has to be as skilled as the musician. That takes instruction and practice."
Suzy licked her lips. Her eyes were on his dick.
"Now, in the scrapbook that was open, you saw one method of stimulating a cock. So why don't you try it?" He bent his dick down toward her mouth and leaned forward so she could reach him. "Lick it," he murmured gently. "Taste it, taste my juices."
Her tongue flicked out and touched the head of his cock. Then she stroked, from the tip, back along the underside. She was rewarded with a thick surge of clear drippings.
"That's right, that's the spot," he told her. "Right below the tip. That and the knob are the parts that really matter on a prick. Keep licking, just keep licking."
Bracing himself on the frame that held the X, he leaned forward and placed his mouth on her twat. He stroked his tongue through her fine black pelt, into her steaming slit. He tasted her hot juices. As his tongue stroked her squirming clit, her hips heaved and writhed. The riding crop jammed up her ass bobbed and danced crazily.
A twist of his head, and his nose was burrowing into her muff. He inhaled, took her scent deep, then stroked her crack with his tongue, plowed her slippery, dripping furrow. He twisted his tongue into her cunt, backed it out, then thrust it deep again. He tongue-fucked her for a moment, and her hips bucked. At the same time her tongue was flicking and battering his dick, making the hard tower dance and jump madly. He felt his juices spattering, flying out to sprinkle her cheeks and chin.
Reaching down, he steadied his cock, bent it downward. He felt her head tipping back as she tried to follow it with her mouth. Slipping his cock between her lips, he leaned forward, and drove his prick into her mouth, into her throat. He heard her choke and gag and pulled back. He drove inward again, slid his pecker far into his niece's mouth.
"Try to swallow it," he hissed, lifting his head from her cunt for a moment. "Try to swallow it like it was a great big piece of steak. Don't worry, I'll let you breathe. Don't worry."
He felt her throat spasming around his cock-head, felt his dick slide down her gullet, felt her nose nudge his balls. She was deep-throating him like a pro. His balls drew up hard, and for a moment he was afraid he was going to unload down her throat. He drew back, and buried his face in her cunt.
He drove her to the brink of coming. He had his tongue in her cunt, his chin on her clit. His nose was a fraction of an inch from where the riding crop was jammed into her ass-hole.
He kept tonguing her cunt until she began whining around his dick-head. She forgot to lick it, started to bite it. He drew up and away, and looked down at her passion-racked body. Her face was spattered with his juices and her spit. Her chest heaved as she panted desperately. She was flushed, she had been in the head-down position for so long. Her arms had been supporting most of the weight of her torso and head. Her pussy was a swamp from his spit and her juices.
He swung the cross so her head was higher than her feet.
Knowing her back must be killing her, he broke off the sex stimulation long enough to slip the backrest into place. She was now almost horizontal. Her crotch was gaping wide.
"Thanks," she croaked hoarsely. It was the first word she had spoken since she had stopped pleading with him. "Oh, God, Uncle Jack, do me, please. Please do me!"
"Do you?" he asked, pretending to be puzzled. "What do you mean by that?"
"I want-your-thing," she said desperately.
"My what? Call it what it is," he urged. "Call it what it is, and tell me what you really want. You know the words."
"I want-your cock," she grated. "I want you-to fuck me. Please, please, Uncle Jack, fuck me and fuck me and fuck me!"
Moving between her gaping thighs, he straddled the dangling riding crop. A quick adjustment brought her cunt to the level of his thrusting hard-on. He saw her lift her head to see as he neared her twat, and took a moment to move a mirror over so she could watch. He saw lust, fear and anticipation all flicker across her young face as he aimed his dick into her sodden snatch.
With his hand, he carefully nudged the head of his throbbing cock at her cunt. He burrowed his dick into her, slowly drove his spike up into her seething guts. He felt her cunt-walls stroke his cock-head warmly, like slick wet velvet. Her hot meaty embrace made his balls seethe! He fought the urge to spear her suddenly and violently with his prick. He promised himself that the next time he fucked his niece, he would slam into her cunt with one thrust.
"Aw!" Suzy grunted deep in her throat. Her head rolled, but her eyes stayed glued on the reflection in the mirror. "More," the girl grunted to her uncle.
He gave her more, a little bit at a time, with careful jerky twitches. He pushed his dick into his niece inch by inch. He looked down and watched his cock grind into her slimy gash. He spread her cunt-lips so he could see where his prick actually entered her tunnel. He flicked her clit with his fingertip and she bucked crazily against the shackles binding her to the cross.
Half his cock was sunk in her cunt. He could feel her rippled walls spasming around his pecker. The whip still dangling from her ass-hole quivered as he eased his cock into her cunt. Her lithe body was thrashing against the bonds, rattling the slight slack he had left in the chains. Her legs strained uselessly against the shackles around her ankles. The tendons in her spread thighs quivered and tensed.
With a groan of surrender, he drove the last two inches of his dick into her twat. His dick-head jammed against the end of her hole, and her belly knotted and jerked, her hips humped. The riding crop up her butt swung upward, giving his balls a hard nudge.
Leaning forward, he clamped his hands on her tits, and sank his powerful fingers into her tender, gentle mounds. He scraped his thumbs over her jutting buds, pressed the hard nubbins into her soft meat. She was grunting stupidly. She kept trying to see her cunt in the mirror, but her eyes kept going out of focus she was so excited. After dragging his dick out, he slid it back in, and felt her cunt clenching and unclenching rhythmically.
Abandoning one of her tits, he reached for her snatch, and ground his thumb down on her slithery clit. He stroked his cock into her cunt again, and watched her mind disintegrate as her orgasm engulfed her young, straining, helpless body. The riding crop quivered and danced against his balls as her muscles began quivering and spasming. He held his cock deep in her writhing cunt. Finally the convulsions faded.
Her flat tummy was racked by a series of aftershocks, then stilled, and he knew that it was his turn. The load of cum he had stored in his balls for so long was about to explode. He had been building up his stock of jizz ever since he had taken his son to Janet's with him, and she had greeted them at the door stark naked.
Leaning forward, he pistoned in Suzy's throbbing, dripping snatch. His hips slammed up between her straining thighs with total abandon. His pubic arch crashed down on hers, pulverizing her clit. Gripping her head, he forced her to kiss him. He raped her mouth with his tongue. Her hips began to buck and heave madly, and the whip in her ass began to slap his nuts and his ass as he rammed into her again and again and again.
He drove into her, held, then pulled back and drove into her again, harder. He felt her body jolt from the impact, felt his nuts get smacked by the riding crop. He slammed into her one last time. A flood of cum burst from his prick as the dam burst.
Suzy began to come again. Her hips jumped and jittered, making the buggering whip quiver and flick his pumping balls. He drowned her in cum, wrung every blistering, exquisite dribble of jizz out of his balls.
He stayed in her until his dick was shriveled. Then he eased back, let her cunt-walls squeeze his pecker out. His drained dick flopped free, and a creamy drizzle of semen drooled from her twat, and flowed down around the crop still in her ass-hole.
Very carefully and gently, Jack drew the whip from her ass. All that time, only an inch of the whip's tip had been in her tight bung! Tossing the whip aside, he tilted the wooden cross up. Suzy sagged against the padded shackles holding her wrists. She was out cold. After releasing her ankles, Jack held her up with one hand, and unlocked her wrists with the other.
Then he gathered her limp body into his strong arms and carried her over to the sofa. After tenderly stretching her out, he got a washcloth and bathed her naked flesh. When he had cleaned the last of his cum off her thighs she began to stir. Her eyes fluttered open and focused on him slowly.
"Uncle Jack?" she whispered hoarsely. "Mmmmmm?"
"Was I-good?" she asked huskily. "One of the best."
"That's nice," she sighed, and closed her eyes. "That's real nice." She was silent awhile, then she said, "I'm awful tired, Uncle Jack. Can I go to my room?"
"Come on, I'll help you."
He let her lean on him as they went to her bedroom. She flopped limply on the bed, not bothering to get under the covers. She was unashamed of her nudity.
"I'll never go in your study again," she murmured wearily. "I promise."
He smiled at her. "Yes you will. When I ask you to, you'll go in to my study."
"Oh, boy," she sighed. A smile touched her lips. "That'll be nice."
He thought she was asleep, and was about to leave when she spoke again. "Uncle Jack, does-does Billy know what's in there?"
"No, he doesn't."
"Oh."
"But I think it's about time he learned."