Chapter 4
When Linda, saw him close the door and lock it, she had already suspected that something unpleasant was in store for her. She though of screaming out, but there was no one who would come to her rescue. But on a second thought, what more could he do to her? She was too nervous to appreciate the situation for what it was worth.
Her uncle did not even take the trouble of placing his drooping cock back in his trousers. He walked to the window and closed the curtains and then came back to her.
"I was told that you were" devirginized "this morning. It was just what I wanted to do myself. I counted on it, but one can't have everything. At any rate there are parts of you that are still in tact, and healthy, and virgin. Just the same, Bert wouldn't rave operated in two directions. There is a limit to the young lad's experience."
He noticed that Linda didn't catch on to what he was saying. He quickly put his hands on her legs and uncovered her skirt. Uncle Arthur was in complete control of himself this time.
"I am speaking, my dear niece, in terms that you will understand better ... I am speaking of your "virginal anus."
Linda put her hand over her mouth in an effort to hold back a stiffing cry.
"My what?"
"Yes, exactly, my cabbage. And I promise you that you will not get out of this room before you have given me your little flower of a pink asshole. I want some sort of pleasure today. Quick, get undressed."
He had already unbuttoned his shirt. Arthur rapidly took off his pants and shorts as though he had been used to it all his life. It is true that this was almost a daily practice with him in his adult life.
Her uncle revealed two strong legs and a muscular torso. His chest was covered with dark crinkly hair the same color that out-lined his huge sex. As he eyed Linda who was undressing slowly with a contorted expression on her face, his cock went up like a flag-pole. In a few seconds his prick had taken on the respectable proportions of the last half-hour.
Linda seemed drained of all thoughts and pluck to fight back. She was incapable of making a gest. Arthur's fierce eyes burnt right through her while the same cruel mouth twisted in delight and terrible passion.
"Ah, you don't want to behave, is that it? Well, we shall see about that I'll have you just the same."
She had not as yet taken off her blouse and Arthur with one fell swoop of his large hand ripped it from her body. Her eyes almost popped out of their sockets when he did the same with her bra. Linda's breasts vibrated in the air. Ravaged and hungry, uncle Arthur pounced on her and merciless bit into those two ripe fruit with the rasberry trimming.
Linda felt the teeth marks and she cried out in pain. The sudden burst brought him back to his senses and he let up for a instant looking strangely at the girl who dared to defy him.
With a thrust of his hand he ripped off her skirt and then put his fingers around the elastic waistband of her panty and snapped the cord ripping the nylon under garment.
Linda was now completely nude. Her uncle leaned heavily on her as she was forced to arch over the table.
His weight and extreme passion crushed her and she felt the jabs of many items that loitered on the table. Bites and kisses were bestowed upon her mouth neck and breasts.
Uncle Arthur backed off for awhile and contemplated his victim.
"She's well-made, my little niece." He laughed and spoke to himself. "Is she really a woman now? Do you know what one does to delicious little girls like you?" :
With one hand he pushed her legs apart and stabbed a finger brutally in her anus. Linda squeeled, but her uncle pushed harder with his finger.
"Now, don't scream." He rubbed his cock against her belly. It was as hard as a policeman's club. "What are you going to do when you have this up there?" He indicated his words by applying pressure with his buried finger.
Linda screeched an "ouch." She was horrified by the thought that his big instrument would pulverize her rose bud behind. Even a finger hurt as it went back and forth. What would an enormous piston like his do to her? The idea made her faint. She spread her legs wider apart to relieve the pressure of the thick finger. Pleasure mixed with pain ebbed in the cells of her lower body. The tickling sensation close to her vaginal hollow was undeniable agreeable in some ways although it plugged up her very tiny aperture. "You're beginning to like it, aren't you? Very welL"
He withdrew his finger and inhaled with satisfaction. He played the part of an aging tarzan.
"Come here. We're going to do it on the divan." He led her by her rump which she found embarrasing to say the least.
Delicately he lay her on the soft divan. Linda felt the rigid sex against her body and awaited the tormenting moment to unveil itself, the moment when he would penetrate. She was sure he would be brutal about it and it would all come about when she would be unprepared for it. She was now had by her uncle's 'scotch showers,' sweet and then brutal. No, he was too jealous of what Bert had accomplished with her and he wanted to be one up on his loathsome nephew.
She sensed his preparation, his heat and his terrifing, throbbing sex.
He leaned over his niece and bade her open her thighs. She obeyed and watched his face sink like the sun as it buried itself in her sex. His tongue healed her vagina which had been wounded by the assaults of cousin Bert. It was the first time she realized that this area still hurt.
Then he put his mouth at her anus and penetrated with the tip of his tongue. Uncle Arthur wasl full of improvisations. She hoped that he meant his tongue and not his thing. Linda prayed that he would reconsider his terrible plan.
What he was doing to her now proved to be entirely to her liking. He licked around the orifice and then tongued slightly in the interior like a timid bee It sent chills of warm delight up and down her spine. She even enjoyed his chiding bites on her rump that caused her to squirm. Linda wiggled her buttocks in order to please her uncle whom she hoped would spare her.
Arthur was drunk with the intoxication of love. He began to lick her furiously. Both the vagina and anus were neatly combed by the unfailing tongue, but the anus was particularly favorized.
Linda started to moan with pleasure. It felt good, but really good. Squeels of animal delight issued from her wet lipst.
"Do you like that?" cried Arthur with his face buried in the croupe.
"Oh, that's fine," murmured the transported youngster. "It's delicious. I love it so."
The uncle remained spellbound as though he were contemplating two gorgeous hunks of fruit. He squeezed the buttocks as though he wanted to rip them off.
"And now comes the fun. We are going to see whether you'll like what I am going to do?"
Linda's mind reeled in a mad attempt to ward off what might be a true disaster. A sudden thought occurred to her. Perhaps he would be less brutal if she pretended that she wanted it as much as he. He might lose interest. It was worth taking the chance for she had nothing more to risk.
"Do what you like? You can do whatever you choose, uncle dear." Somehow her voice sounded unassure and weak.
He waited for nothing more. He had the permission and even if he hadn't it would have amounted to the same thing. Arthur turned her over and her head was quickly buried in between the two silky pillows. Through her spread out legs she was able to see the enormous cock wend its way toward her rump. It rolled around as though it were getting its bearing and then it stiffened in aim and finality of purpose. At that moment Linda knew she was doomed. She closed her eyes and breathed heavily.
Instinctively she recoiled and tried to dodge his thrust, but it was too late. He had already lodged the head of his member in the tiny opening. A tear fell from the cheek of the unlucky adolescent. Arthur noticed the whimpering of his child-like niece, but it made no difference or alternation in his operations. He attacked for a second time, lubricating the anus with saliva and adept finger.
"You see, little doll, you'll never be a real woman until you're deflowered right here in this region. It may just as well be me...."
And he proved what he meant. With one heave he burst through that tight band of flesh into the entrails of his beloved niece. Linda let out a savage howl. She had never felt such a painful sensation before. It was a profound suffering that caught in her throat. A staff of masculine flesh had protruded her anal sector with all the animal force needed to rupture a tiny, undefended aperture.
Thoughts spun in her broken head. "That's not the way one makes love. He's trying to kill me." Her body remained pinned to the divan with her hopeless thighs spread apart and her face tormented and crisped on the pillow. Linda was in a stupor. The only reaction and return to life she could muster up was the repulsion toward her uncle's biting embraces on the neck and his teeth marks against her mouth. He was horrid to her, she mused. Who could have such a wicked, monstrous uncle.
Uncle Arthur was only half in the small opening. He still had his work to cut out, so to speak, and he was never one who shirked a task, whether it was literature or love. For this man both of them entertwined! and drained his very senses.
He plunged once more, only more brutally, more indecently. He managed to strike the bottom of the stricken girl who seemed to bob and remain paralyzed with her neck stretching taut and her eyelids tightly closed.
The grey-templed man accelerated his movements while he played with the red-lipped vagina of his lovely niece. Linda was unaware, due to the violent pain, that she had two rectal orgasms. Only during the second one to the element of pleasure enter into play. A strange smile crept over her like a light veil of soft silk.
Her uncle rolled on her like a rough sea captain. His pleasure was immense as the sea and as hopeful as a sky of deep blue.
"Tell me, Linda, does it hurt? I think you arebeginning to enjoy it. You're as wet as a little puppy ... Come now own up with it."
"I ... I ... like it. Yes ... it's good." Her voice was oozing with a certain sensual hovering shrill.
"My little pup, pup, pup." Her uncle whispered in her ear and then pushed up and laughed heartily as though a victory had been won.
Linda moaned with the new onslaught of pleasure that filled her body. This time she felt that she was on the verge of havlig an orgasm. Stimulated and prepared she wished to carry the position to its ultimate glory. So she took the man's testicles and adeptly toyed with them. She even pulled on them indicated that he should not spare the rod to spoil the child. Linda wanted him deep, very deep within her.
Arthur was getting his just due now. He reeled with the throbbing sensation of pre-orgasm pleasure. The man roared with joy and impulsively bit into Linda's back as he hammered away with his huge instrument.
Linda felt her orgasm ooze bit by bit, and then to strengthen her own charge, Arthur unleashed his wild winds and inondated the excavated cavern. The young girl seethed and hissed with a vaporous pleasure as white drips of joy dripped down over her vaginal construction falling on the expensive divan. Her guts were wounded, but her body descended to an unknown paradise.
Despite the ejaculation, the cock stood rigid as though it refused to acknowledge its diminishing powers. It remained in the anus as though it wanted to boil in that new hot-pot of love.
Arthur was proud of his act. He had far surpassed his brazen nephew. He placed his upright sex dripping with sperm and wet shit under the nose of his still-trembling niece. It was covered with a mixture of white, yellow and brown matter.
"Look at it Linda. Isn't it magnificent covered with the shit of your ass-hole?"
Linda didn't answer, but she took a chance and fondled the stiff member.
"Now, chicken dumpling, you're going to suck on it properly and clean if off. You're quite capable of doing such a thing with that pretty mouth of yours, aren't you?"
Linda was in such a feverish sensual state that would not permit her to refuse such a request. She took the phallus by the stock and put it between her lips. She lapped and licked and sucked and uncle Arthur was enraptured by the marvelous firstrate job rendered. After a certain time, she felt it become hard once more. Of course, this excited her all the more. She even felt disposed to take up the love session any way uncle Arthur wished to suggest. Arthur pushed her away. It wasn't a vicious push it was a gentle and smiled at the young expert.
"Take it easy. You're going to swallow me alive.
I see that down deep you're a real gourmand of this type of sausage. You're even more famished than your sister Brigette."
Linda looked at her uncle in great astonishment. She knew Brigette had spent a good part of her summer vacation at the villa. She had hardly seen her sister who was a year older than she and was enrolled in another college. Linda didn't have a chance to talk to her and find out what happens at the villa. It would have been helpful if she was warned in advance.
"You mean that with Brigette ... it happened as well?"
Arthur stretched out on the divan by her side and chuckled as he rubbed his forehead.
"And how. I remember the first time I saw her in her adult years. I went to fetch her at the station. It was easy to see that she was dying for sexual activity of the most ardent sort. Even in the car she began her parade of tricks. You know, she would cross her legs, show her pretty knees and thighs and then rub her breast against my arm. Do you know what I did?"
"What?" Linda was fascinate to hear this unexpected news about her sister. She played with her uncle's balls and listened attentively.
"When we arrived in the wooded area some four miles from the house, I stopped the car. I asked her to accompany me for a little stroll. Besides she had already understood. She wouldn't even let me take the initiative She hid behind the first large tree she saw and pulled up her skirt to her hips. Brigette didn't even have on any under clothes. Ah, what a wild, stimulating wench. Can you imagine that?"
In truth, Linda was rather stupefied by her sister's wanton behavior.
"Now why didn't she wear any panties?" Arthur just laughed.
"She had prepared ahead of time. I wouldn't be at all surprised if she hadn't taken it off in the station toilet. When I saw her that way, I naturally didn't wait for any more provocation. I understood so very well the timber she hungered for. I had to fuck her three times before she was satisfied. Then I took her home in a state of exhaustion. That night, obviously, we made love ... both ways. She adored being sodomized, your little sister did but she wasn't a virgin on either side. She told me how she had been raped by the director of her college. The macabre event took place in the school library.
"By the director of the college?" Linda perked up. "Why that isn't possible."
"But that's the story alright. The poor fellow ... a serious qualified individual hadn't planned it at all. It was your scheming Brigette that had an ace up her sleeve. One night she went down to the library when she knew all her roommates were asleep. She saunfered into ithe library where she knew the director would be. Naturally she took care to dress herself in a simple half-piece nightie. She said she was looking for a book."
Linda was all ears, enthralled by the tale.
"And then what happened?"
"When, the good chap was taken aback. He turned red and beads of sweat poured down his forehead. He didn't have the force to tell Brigette that this kind of informality was against the rules of the almamater. When Brigette came up to where he was sitting and without the slightest ado sat on his knee, she unloosened his trousers and displayed his nimble sex. He took her in his arms, stretched her out on the floor and raped her on the spot That's what she was after. She wanted a man and he was the only to be had at that hour."
Linda lay still breathing deeply. Arthur put his hand on her breast.
"Just telling that story makes me excited. I think that I'm ready to make love again."
Arthur fell into the saddle without any trouble. Linda was lying spread-eagled on the divan waiting. Apparently the story had made its effects on her as well.
"You're sure don't want me to take you by the anus, first of all?"
Linda looked up at him and then lowered her eyesshowing him that she was his humbled servant.
"Later on." She murmured softly her eyes still glancing at the floor. "It still hurts ... I would like to try ... the other way first."
"Alright then. Open up your legs." Arthur's hands rubbed up and down the young body molding its forms.
The young lass opened her legs as far as they could go and Arthur aimed his great dick at the vaginal opening.
"Now be careful, because this time you're going to feel it. I mean business. Prepare yourself."
And in one slip of his magis wand he was in her snug and warm. Linda had the odd sensation that she was being devirginized a second time. She felt she was being invaded for the good now and with a gland worthy ofmention. The neophyte was performing a real task this time. She tasted the hardened cock as it pressed to the bottom of her cunt. She though, she cried, she moved to and fro and caught the rhythm of the stauch piston that powered with all its might.
She even took Arthur by his hips and made him abide to a movement that was closer to what she liked. Finally they synchronized their gestures and were soon in perfect bliss, building and building to the supreme moment.
Linda reflected on how good it was. She pinched Arthur's rump and with another hand she queezed the base of his sex and it throbbed like a huge muscle, which it most certainly was, raw and energetic with force.
Her uncle mounted her brutally. His weight crushed her and he beat her with his feverish body. Arthur's stomach pushed against her young lower belly with all the force of tidal wave. But Linda, pushed backward on the divan to the point where her head dropped off the edge, didn't mind the attack one bit. The girl ate it up. She had wild thoughts about a bull, a sturdy bull raping her.
"My strong, wonderful bull." These words issued from her lips and she couldn't prevent herself from muttering them several times.
"That's right. I'm a bull and you're a young calf. Why not?" Uncle Arthur huffed like one and refurbished his movements to a punishing degree of intensity.
Linda moaned and groaned without stopping. She no longer had to concentrate on her pleasure.
A pleasure had consumed her and it was igniting the holy fires within. She came without realizing it and her juice fell between her shapely thighs.
"Oh, how good it is ... It's so good ... " She cried for the third time as a stronger orgasm gripped her sexual region forcing her to tremble like a tree in a windstorm.
She felt the sperm of her ravaging uncle flood within her and the two brought their respective orgasms to a fulfilled climax of joy and well-being. Uncle and niece had harmonized quite well in their act of love, a brutal ardent love that was only to be a beginning.
They moved around a bit. It was the aftermath and the nervosity of the immense felling had stirred them. Then tired and limp, the two buckled in silence. Linda could no longer move her arm. The calf had lost its fotting.
"I'm dead." She uttered briefly.
Uncle Arthur didnt say a thing.
Uncle Arthur lay there thinking of future treatment to administer on his lovely young niece.
Until then, they had just made love. How boring it was for him He was a real connoisseur and, above all, he was gifted with a superb imagination. It was his duty to take care of the girl and initiate her into the realms of love in the best tradition of the family.
He moved away from the girl and went to his desk. As jhe light darkened in his library, he brightened his table lamp and began to write a few words.
... I find that the younger they are the more, susceptible they are to ruthless attacks. Since their imaginations are wildly alive, they combine the litr tie experience they have had thus in their lives and apply it to the act. The act is briskly approved when it suggests the erotic and the implausible for them. Strange creatures, everyone. For Brigette, it was a horse, for she never forgot the huge equestrian animal's cock, hard and ready to function on the female who was grazing in the next pasture. For Linda, the bull. She was looking for the barrelchested fellow who could snort and prove his valor against the odds of the sword ... and then there was blood in her mind, signifying the 'deflorization'....
Everything was clear in his writer's head. He pulled out a cigarette and casually lit it as he slumped back into his leather armc hair.
A few circles of misty smoke helped him to stultify the air around him and clear his thoughts. He hunched over his documents and read.
... "The young" 12-18 are essentially romantic. (Essentially was later crossed out.) Reality eludes them and they have no intention coming to grips with this unpleasant monster. Reality is a spanking, a chiding, harsh words. Reality, for them, is morality, adult society, and the humdrum of social this and social that....
Later on he read a passage that made him take notice and a smile curled his lips.
" ... Teach your child, father, teach him a good dose of it. There's the hairbrush, your belt. Don't use a newspaper it's too weak. Mix the blood in that child of yours and give him some hope for the fu ture. Let his romanticism win over all in the final run, but firstlet him taste the sweet delightfully, concentrate on your daughter, daddy dear. And if you don't have one, go adopt one quickly or you'll be mad. You're getting on and so is your mistress, perfumed and dry, trying so hard to be the flower she was and never will be again.
Punishment to evoke pleasure. Look into it. It's worth a try. (Consult list of punishing devices in Vol 131 pages 164-246i) Punishment, pugilism, power, precision, perseverance, plunder, positivism, pleasure, pulsations, probing, pleasure and pure pleasure. Is there any doubt that "P ... " yes standing for prick, pornography, and pimp is my favorite letter....
Arthur closed his book and crushed his cigarette. He went over to the cabinet at the end of the room and unlocked it. He appeared to be checking its contenance. After a swift glance, he closed it.
He tip-toed over to the girl, who was laying there crumpled and worn, and with his forefinger he designed a "P" ever so lightly on her bare back.