Chapter 4
"If you'll just sign here, Mr. Morley," the man from the county social services department said. He handed a clipboard to the tall well-built man who was Tina Mayhew's Uncle Paul. He looked at the girl, looking prim and smaller than usual in her green top. "Speaking personally, I'm pleased and relieve you were available to take responsibility for this poor girl's welfare."
He mopped sweat from his pudgy brow with a wrinkled, stained handkerchief. "Quite pleased," he said again. "The poor child has been through hell. Real hell."
Paul Morley handed the clipboard back to him with his signature scrawled on the appropriate forms. "I'm happy to do what I can," he said, shaking his head. "If I had only known what kind of a woman my half-brother married, this whole tragedy could have been averted. Miss McCoy, could you show my niece to her room?"
"Certainly, Mr. Morley," the stately brunette said. She smiled prettily and reached out a well-manicured hand. "Why don't I take Beau on out to the back yard for you, Tina dear?" Her striking, pale blue eyes were kind.
The slight blonde let her take the leash from her. "Good boy," Miss McCoy said, kneeling to pat the dog's head. Surprisingly, the grungy animal jerked away. When she tried to touch Beau again, his lips curled back and he growled. Stung, the auburn-haired beauty snatched her hand away.
"I'll take him, Miss McCoy," Tina said listlessly. She took the leash back and led her pet out the rear door of the two-story suburban house. A swing set and slide stood in the back yard. Tina remembered her uncle had had a wife and a small daughter, who had been killed in a car accident a few years before. Apparently her uncle had never gotten around to having the play set taken down. Perhaps he didn't want to lose this tangible reminder of his lost family.
"Go on and play, Beau," she said in a small voice as she unfastened the leash from his collar. 'This is our new home." She went back inside.
Miss McCoy stood tapping her foot. Tina's uncle Paul was still talking to the social worker. "Come along, dear," the woman said. Tina picked up her two suitcases and followed her up the stairs.
"This is your room, Tina," Miss McCoy said. The room was sunny-bright and smelled of a recent coat of paint. "Your uncle is happy to have you here with him. I'm sure you'll enjoy it."
"Thank you," Tina said.
"If there's anything you need or want, just call." Tina nodded and began unpacking her clothes and hanging them in the closet.
Why do I feel so dead? she wondered. Miss McCoy was really being very sweet. As her uncle's personal secretary, the lovely young woman really didn't need to help the girl get so settled in her new home. And of course Uncle Paul was being wonderful to her as well. If he hadn't volunteered to care for her, she could have been placed in some foster home by the county or sent to live with strangers.
As though remembering a dream, Tina recalled the days in court. Her mother and her mother's lover, Jake Logan, had been sentenced to several years in the state pen for their treatment of the slight, blonde-haired teenager. The judge's voice had shaken with emotion as he passed sentence. He was giving the pair the maximum penalty under law, and regretted the law permitted no stiffer punishment.
It had been a neighbor. Someone who had heard the screams issuing from the Mayhew household and phoned the police. A patrolman had glanced in the window to see Jake and Joleen beating, binding, and raping Tina. He'd watched a few moments in stunned astonishment, then gone to call for help. It was a hard decision for him. But the girl hadn't seemed to be in any immediate danger, and he was afraid her captors would harm her if given the chance. And so the adolescent had been rescued from terror in her own home.
The girl folded her "underclothes and stacked them neatly in drawers. The room wasn't real for her. Nothing had been since that awful afternoon. All she had known had been shattered, like a house of blocks kicked to pieces by a bored, spoiled child.
She drifted in and out of vivid memories of that day. Pain and fear and humiliation-and pleasure. The many wracking betrayals. Her mother betraying her dead father's memory, betraying the sanctity of their home, betraying her own daughter to her drunken lusts and the lusts of her brutal lover.
But there was a worse betrayal preying on Tina's mind. She had grown up knowing that sex was bad.
She knew that fucking was a nasty business where a man and a woman did ugly, filthy things to each other with those unspeakable parts of their bodies. She knew no normal human with any dignity could possibly enjoy such a thing.
But her body had betrayed her. It had craved the touch of Jake's rough caressing hands. Had squirmed greedily, lovingly, around the hard driving bar of the man's cock. Had twisted itself-and Tina's soul-around a shuddering orgasm instants before the police had knocked in the bedroom window to end her ordeal.
So the girl had been betrayed by everything she'd ever known, and nothing was real any longer. Only her dog, Beau, hadn't turned on her. He was the only thing in the whole world Tina Mayhew felt close to.
Her belongings unpacked and put away, Tina decided to take a shower. She'd been showering a lot since being abused and raped that day. If she couldn't shower at least once a day she felt filthy, dirty all over.
She went out of the room. From downstairs came the voice of her uncle still talking to the man who'd brought her. Well, Uncle Paul had told her she could do as she pleased. He wouldn't be upset at her for taking a shower without asking permission.
She went back and got her robe from the closet.
It was white and came down past her knees when she had it on. Then she padded softly down the hall to the bathroom.
It was a fairly large bathroom, and showed all the signs that its owner was a man living alone, shaving equipment and toothbrush, without feminine toilet articles. The only female touch that had survived the death of his wife was the head-to-toe mirror on the door.
Tina avoided the reflection of her amber eyes as she shut the door. She let the robe fall across the closed toilet and began undressing. She kicked her shoes off, unzipped the dress and pulled it off. Then she unsnapped her bra and stopped.
She saw herself in the mirror, as if posing, the white brassiere held coyly across her budding tits. Her coral tongue peeked out. Deliberately she lowered the garment.
The boobs were pale cones of succulent flesh. Nipples dark swellings that seemed to grow before her eyes. Am I getting turned on? she wondered. She didn't seem to feel anything.
Self-consciously watching herself, Tina bent and pulled her panties down her slim legs and off. When she stood her nubile body was revealed to her uncertain gaze. It was a nice body. She still had the coltish slenderness of adolescence. Her jugs were small and firm, not floppy tits like her mother's. Her cunt bun was forested by fine strands of toast-brown pubic fur. She could just see a hint of pink pussy nestled in her bush.
Her clothes lay in a rumpled pile on the tile. She made no move to straighten them. Instead she cupped her hands over her tits and squeezed. She didn't feel anything. She ran the hands like pale spiders down her body, over the dome of her belly, skirting the swell of her pussy mounds to caress her silky thighs.
With a sigh of relief-or was it disappointment?-the girl turned away. The shower was a roomy stall with a sliding translucent plastic door. Tina opened the door and turned on the hot tap. Water rushed out steaming. She adjusted the temperature till it was hot but bearable.
The jet of water stung her bare skin. Tina turned around and around, letting the water massage her. The touch of water made her nipples balloon instantly.
She took the soap and began smearing it all over herself. There was something almost erotic about the slick way the wet soap coated her skin. Like the way her cunt juices surrounded Jake's ten-inch prick. The memory gave her an odd prickle up and down her spine.
She took a coarse rag and began scrubbing at herself. She scoured and rubbed till her skin glowed red beneath the soap and water. Washing herself became some sort of ritual that occupied her mind completely. So completely that she didn't hear the door of the bathroom open and someone come in.
Quietly the door of the shower-stall slid back. Tina was lathering shampoo into her fine yellow hair. Her eyes were screwed tightly shut against the soapy suds and her back was turned. She felt a gentle touch on her shoulder.
"Oh!" She spun around, almost losing her footing on the slippery tile. Soap suddenly burned her eyes. She bent over moaning, pressing her hands over her eyes.
She felt herself being held, and then cloth dabbed at her stinging eyes. Slowly the pain went away. Her vision cleared and she could see again.
Her Uncle Paul was standing in the shower stall next to her. The dark pelt of hair on his chest was matted by the running water. Tina felt a hardness pressing into her side, just above the hipbone. She looked down.
Her uncle's stiff prick was digging into her bare side.
Her mouth opened in a soundless "O". Uncle Paul's prick was incredibly big. It seemed to be scarcely shorter than Jake's had been, but it was much thicker. It looked like a piece of firewood jutting out from the dark tangle of hair in his crotch.
Face pale, she looked up at Paul Morley's smiling face. "You're really a lovely little girl," he said. "Nice body. I never imagined my darling niece would have such sweet little jugs."
He lifted a large hand and laid it on one shiny-wet tit. Tense with fear, Tina flinched away from his touch. His palm was hot on her nipple.
"Wh-what are you doing?" she asked feebly.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" her uncle laughed. He squeezed the captive boob. His other hand fastened over the slicked-down fur on her cunt bulge.
An unwilling moan escaped Tina's lips. It was happening again! Her body, her treacherous, evil body, was selling her out to its vile lusts!
"See?" Uncle Paul smiled. "It doesn't hurt a bit now, does it?"
Tina bit her Up. Paul took a nipple between thumb and forefinger and began rolling the dainty nubbin back and forth.
"Oh!" Tina said breathily. She could feel her nipple swelling with forbidden desire. "Oh, no!"
"Oh yes!" her uncle laughed. His hand squeezed her cunt bun. Her hips began to rock slowly back and forth, crushing her clit against the heel of his hand. She didn't want it-she hated herself for responding to the big man's illicit touch. But it felt so good!
Her nipple was fully erect now, looking like a pink funnel against the paleness of her boob. Paul took his hand away. The nipple seemed to burn and quiver with lust. Water glistened wetly on the succulent young titflesh.
A stubby forefinger stroked along the prim pink slit of her twat. An involuntary moan of pleasure escaped her lips. No, no, no! she thought. I can't give in! I can't!
But her body was rapidly overruling her mind. Through the steam of the rushing shower she could smell the hungry musk of her pussy starting to water with desire. By the flare of his nostrils, Tina could see her uncle smelled it too. His big grin got bigger.
"That's the way, baby," he said, stroking her lank dripping hair. "Now, how about sucking a little cock for your loving uncle?"
Tina's stomach turned over. Take the revolting hardness of a male cock into her mouth? Her surging passion evaporated like morning mist at the horror of the idea.
She remembered her mother greedily gobbling Jake's stick-like prick. The way she'd poured whiskey all over it to clean off her rank cunt juices and stuffed it into her face like a meaty lollipop. The older woman hadn't sucked her lover off, though. She had only sucked his cock till it was throbbing with horniness and then presented her asshole for Jake to plunge his ready cock into. Was that what Uncle Paul wanted? To stick his mammoth prick into Tina's tiny poop chute?
Or did he want her to suck on his cock till it jerked and bucked and filled her mouth with slimy rancid jism!
Tina's face was turned away. Strong fingers curled in her hair and pulled. She felt a faint stab of pain, getting worse as her uncle's tugging grew more insistent.
"On your knees," he said throatily. "On your knees and suck my big hard prick!"
"N-no," Tina choked out.
A stinging openhanded slap hurled her against the tile wall of the shower stall. She grabbed wildly for balance, got her palms against the slippery tile. Paul Morley grabbed her hair again and dragged her toward him so she fell against his bare muscular chest.
He dragged his niece's head back so that her wild eyes stared fearfully up at his. "Understand something here and now, bitch," he rasped. His huge cock poked like a ramrod into her firm belly. Its head was warm and pulsing to the rhythm of his excited heartbeat. "Your skinny little ass belongs to me, and anything I want to do with it, I do and that's that. Get that through your head and life'll be a lot easier."
Defiance welled within the girl. "You'll never get away with this!" she shrilled. "It's against the law! It's rape-rape and incest!"
"Awful big words," Paul grinned. "Who's going to believe you? You've been traumatized sexually. Your poor little mind is conjuring up paranoid rape fantasies. Imagine, accusing an important man like Paul Morley of raping his niece after the court had made her his ward."
He paused, looking down at her with triumph in his eyes. It was true, she realized. If she went to the police they'd smile pityingly and pat her pretty little head-and send her straight back to her uncle.
Her knees buckled. They banged painfully on the floor of the shower stall. Water beat down on her bare back. Tina's big amber eyes were fixed on the stiff pole of cock jutting before her face. It seemed to exert a hypnotic fascination.
Her uncle wrapped a hand around the giant prick while his other hand stroked her jaw. Paul Morley aimed his prick like a spear at his niece's mouth. He pushed it at her, guiding it with his hand. The girl tried to turn her face away, but she couldn't. She couldn't tear her gaze from the scarlet, throbbing head of that massive cock!
The tip of Uncle Paul's cockhead touched Tina's lips. Its touch was hot as a burning coal. "Ooooooh," the girl moaned involuntarily.
Instantly the conical cockhead was wedging its way between the girl's young lips. She tried to force them shut, but it was too late. A heavy hand wrapped around her jaw, steadying her head to take the big, stiff prick in, preventing her from snapping her jaws shut like a bear trap once the shock wore off.
Tina's head spun. Suddenly her mouth and head were filled with a warm, rich meaty taste. Her stomach turned over in revulsion, but at the same time she felt a strange tingling from her wet-furred pussy to the base of her throat. Was it her imagination, or was her mouth beginning to water at the forbidden succulence of rampant cock?
Something inside the naked, helpless girl said no! She tried to jerk back, pull her head away from the impaling bar of cock in her mouth. Paul Morley took his hand off his prick and interlaced his fingers behind his niece's neck. He held her face in place like a clamp.
Sudden awareness that she was totally at her uncle's mercy dashed icy water on all traces of excitement and desire in Tina's treacherous body. She had to get loose! Only the head of Uncle Paul's rigid prick was in her mouth, and already her lips were stretched into a taut ring of flesh behind the hood of the cockhead. If he crammed any more of that immense prick home Tina feared it would dislocate her jaw!
She clutched at his arms with her hands. Her slim fingers would not go all the way around his wrists. She tugged and tugged to no avail.
Desperately, she slid her tongue forward. Rank beefy taste exploded as its tip touched the throbbing tip of the prick. Trying to ignore the million and one contradictory sensations churning in her body and brain, Tina began to try to push the rock-hard invader out of her mouth.
It was the wrong thing to do. Tina felt her uncle's body tense. A convulsive shudder ran through him. "God damn!" he gasped. "That feels good!"
Tina wagged her head from side to side, pressing her tongue with all her might against Paul's prick head. Got to get it out, she thought. Get the nasty repulsive thing out of my mouth before it shakes and spews its awful come into me!
The furious head-wagging and equally frenetic tonguing of his super-sensitized cock was driving Paul crazy with pleasure! If the shy, sexually inexperienced teenager had tried to give his swollen cock the best possible blowjob, she couldn't have done half as well. It was incredible!
But the physical delight of having his near-virgin niece unwittingly licking and pumping his prick with her mouth, tremendous though it was, wasn't what set Paul Morley's heartbeat to racing like a hyper steam engine. It was the who and how rather than the what that was really getting him off. His own niece, lovely, innocent, and helpless, on her knees with water like rain bouncing of the long lithe slope of her back, with his enormous cock forced into her pretty face. The feel of her fear, transmitted through her mouth into his eager prick. The knowledge that she was completely in his power-all these things made him feel as though his balls were a boiler building up the biggest head of steam in the history of the world. And it wouldn't take much to set off the explosion of boiling jism down his niece's unwilling throat!
Tina moaned mindlessly. Part of her wondered why Uncle Paul wasn't pumping his fat prick in and out of her mouth, faster and faster as he got nearer to blowing his wad. All he was doing was standing there with his cock plugged between her cheeks, holding her firmly in place with his hands. Hope began to grow inside her.
Maybe he's disappointed, she thought. Maybe if I resist enough he'll let me alone! She suddenly perceived things with extra clarity, the hiss of the water, the drops hitting her bare back, the smell of her uncle's wet body, and overall the taste and feel of that huge vibrating prick in her mouth. She took a deep breath and pushed still harder with her tongue.
It slipped off the rounded end of Paul's prick and slid under it. The very tip of Tina's tongue hit the spot on the underside of her uncle's cock where his prick head met the thick vein-wrapped stalk. The touch of tongue on that feverish spot was all it took.
"Holy Jesus!" Paul gasped.
Tina felt every muscle in her uncle's powerful body tense. Good! she thought. He's mad-he'll leave me alone now.
Paul Morley's prick gave a surge like a tidal wave. At once Tina's mouth was filled with something wet and hot. The strong, acrid taste hit her as a second surge of her uncle's jism filled her mouth, coating her tongue in gooey, slimy-feeling come.
God, he's coming! Tina thought in horror. She choked as some went into her nasal passage. It was sweet and salty and seemed to burn. My own uncle is shooting come into my mouth!
A droplet of come ran from a corner of her mouth and fell onto her water-slick tits. A thick stream of the stuff was crawling toward her rolling stomach. Her mouth filled with spurt after spurt of rank come, and then the world went black.