Chapter 9
One afternoon Uncle Harold came to Anne's room while the others were out of the house.
She had seen Clarissa and Quincy and Vernon leave in Clarissa's car and she hoped that this afternoon she would be left alone.
But now here was Uncle Harold and it looked as though he intended some new horror for her. He had that look in his eyes.
She knew these people well by now. She could almost tell by one look at their faces how much suffering they intended for her.
Uncle Harold came into the room with some packages and a smile on his face.
At first he was nothing but friendly. He even asked her how she was getting on.
She replied with a mocking laugh. For the hundredth time she begged him to help her escape and for the hundredth time he refused.
"I can't do it," he said. "Clarissa would be as angry as hell if I let you get out of the house."
"Please, Uncle Harold! I can't take it any more! It's horrible!"
"No way, honey. Anyway, I'm enjoying your visit here so much, why the hell should I want to end it?"
They were both fully dressed, and as they sat there talking to each other she thought of all the filthy things she had already done with him. It seemed so strange to sit there and pretend they had a normal relationship.
Then, as they talked, Harold began looking at her in that way he had and she knew that he hadn't come to her room simply to talk. He spent a long time looking at her legs and it made her nervous. She crossed and re-crossed her legs, hoping she wasn't showing too much because there was still a chance he would get bored and leave her alone.
She soon realized there was no chance of that. He kept staring at her legs and running his tongue over his lips, and then finally he came right out and asked her to lift her dress. He said it would please him to see what she had under the dress. "Show me that pretty cunt," he said.
She could refuse, but she knew that if she did she might be in trouble. Uncle Harold was usually easy-going until he got riled up. Then he could be as bad as Clarissa. In some ways he was more fiendish than Clarissa. With Clarissa at least you always knew you were dealing with an evil fiend. With Uncle Harold there were times when it wasn't so clear how crazy he really was.
And so she lifted her dress. She pulled the hem of her dress up to her waist as she sat there facing him. She wore nothing under her dress, and she figured he probably already knew that. Aunt Clarissa did not let her wear underwear any more. She wore a skimpy garter belt to hold her stockings up, but her pussy was bare and now completely exposed to Uncle Harold's eyes.
He smiled and told her how pretty she was.
"You've got a pretty pussy. I'm glad Clarissa shaved it."
"It's embarrassing for me to sit here like this. Why do you make me do it? Why do you torture me like this?"
"A girl with a pretty pussy like that shouldn't hide it."
She blushed when he unzipped his fly and pulled his cock out. He sat there with his eyes fixed on her naked cunt while his hand slowly stroked his thick prick.
She was thoroughly familiar with Uncle Harold's prick. She'd already had his cock in every hole in her body, in her mouth and her cunt and her ass. She wondered what more he could do to her. Maybe he wanted to shoot a wad of jism up her nose or in her ear.
He had a fat prick and looking at it now reminded her of how sinful they all were.
As she sat there with her cunt exposed to Uncle Harold's gaze, it occurred to her that maybe if she could really turn him on he would jerk off and she would be rid of him. At least he would have to rest awhile.
She slipped in both hands down to her pussy and pulled her cuntlips open to show him the pink meat of her cunt.
Uncle Harold was pleased. His eyes grew bright.
"You're my favorite niece," he said.
"I've always liked you too, Uncle Harold. Won't you help me get out of here?"
"I can't, honey. Let's see you put a couple of fingers in there. Spread your hole a little and stick your fingers inside."
She obliged him with the first one and then two and then three fingers. She screwed her fingers in and out of her cunt.
It wasn't long before her juices began to flow. When she pulled her fingers out of her twat to show the cunt juice on her hand, he smiled and said that really turned him on.
But he did not jerk off. She prayed he would pump his prick to a come, but he was too clever for that. As soon as he felt himself close to coming, he dropped his prick and let it hang there like a swaying baton.
Now Uncle Harold opened the box and pulled out some leather garments. He said these were some new things he'd bought downtown and he wanted her to try them on.
She had no choice. She slipped out of her dress. She stood before him naked except for her garter belt and stockings and shoes. Uncle Harold ran his hands over her body. He squeezed her tits and asscheeks and probed her wet cunt with his fingers. He made her spread her legs so that he could get his fingers inside her cunthole. She was embarrassed at how flooded her pussy was with cuntjuice.
She put on the leather bra and panties. The bra had holes cut out in front to show her nipples. The panties had a piece cut out in front to show her pussy and a bigger piece cut out in back to show her ass. The leather was black and shiny and Uncle Harold said he liked the way she looked.
Good for you, she thought. Why don't you crawl into a hole and leave me alone.
But of course he had no intention of leaving her alone. He told her to come with him and he led her out of the room.
She had no idea where he was taking her. When Uncle Harold fucked her, he usually did it in his room or her room. But they had already passed his room and now she was worried that maybe he was up to something weird today.
Sure enough, he took her up to the attic. She had never been up there, not with any of them, and after ten seconds in the place she was afraid of it. It was creepy. There were huge beams and rafters and trunks full of God knows what and a strange contraption in the middle that looked like a net attached to four posts.
"I'm going to tie you up," he said. "I don't want you making any trouble."
She cringed and thought about getting away, but Clarissa's whip had appeared in his hand and she knew how painful that whip could be. She nodded meekly. "All right, tie me up if you want, but please don't hurt me."
He laughed at that. "You're a stupid bitch, aren't you? I'm the one who decides whether
I'll hurt you or not."
"Please, Uncle Harold, please don't hurt me!"
He said she was nothing but a piece of shit in the house. As if to make sure she understood that, he lashed the whip across her nipples. The pain was so great she screamed and fell to the floor.
What happened next made her shudder with fear.
He attached leather cuffs to her wrists and ankles, and then he attached ropes to the cuffs and she found herself being pulled in four different directions.
The net somehow came under her body and she was raised in the air.
She thought the ropes pulling on her wrists and ankles would pull her into four pieces, but when she was stretched out to the maximum the pulling stopped.
She hung there stretched like a slab of meat between four posts in the attic, her body supported by the net, her arms and legs in terrible pain and her mind awhirl with fear and desperation.
Then some wheels began grinding overhead. Her legs were raised and slowly pulled over her head. Her wrists were raised and slowly pulled up to her ankles. Now her ass hung down in the net and there was no chance she could move even a single muscle.
Uncle Harold approached her now. Her ass hung suspended at the level of his cock. He had taken all his- clothes off and now he stroked his cock as he inspected the way she was trussed up like an animal caught by a hunter.
He ran his hands over her ass. His fingers found her cunthole and asshole and he slowly finger-fucked both holes until he had her moaning and her cunt leaking a flood of juice.
Then he pulled his fingers out of her cunt and ass and she cried out as she felt the first, lash of the whip across her asscheeks.
He whipped her in a frenzy and she thought surely she would die.
The pain was horrible. She lost track of how many strokes she'd had, and then suddenly she heard a trickling sound and she realized she was pissing from the pain and the fear.
Please, Lord, take me, she thought. I can't survive this.
He finally stopped whipping her ass. He left her a moment to rummage in one of the cartons in the attic. When he came back to her, he showed her a huge dildo, a frightening rubber cock at least a foot long.
She almost fainted when he told her he intended to shove it up her ass.
He was angry when she closed her eyes and he beat her across the ass with the dildo until she promised to keep her eyes open.
She begged him to let her down. "Fuck my ass," she cried, "but please don't put that horrible thing in me!"
He only laughed at her. "Shut your mouth," he said. "I'd like to see how much cock you can take up your ass." He said Clarissa had taken this rubber cock up her ass many times and maybe she ought to learn to do it too.
She was thankful he had the kindness to grease her asshole with Vaseline. She watched no with fearful eyes as he smeared Vaseline over the rubber cock.
Then he was behind her with the rubber cock, rubbing it over her asshole.
She held her breath and waited, and the next moment she felt the tip of the dildo entering her bung.
She felt her shitter stretch wide as the massive thing pushed into her bunghole.
It was like having a baseball bat shoved up her ass. No matter how many cocks she'd already had in her ass, this made all of them feel like fingers.
He continued pushing the massive rubber cock inside her ass until he had nearly all of it packed into her shitter.
Then she felt a cord being tied around her thighs and she realized he was fixing the dildo so it wouldn't come out of her ass. She might try shitting it out, but it would do no good.
The feel of that horrible thing in her ass drove her wild. She groaned and whimpered. She could hardly breathe. She hoped that somehow she would faint and not have to bear it any longer.
Then Uncle Harold moved in front of her and it became clear to her what his fiendish plan was.
He rubbed his cockhead back and forth between her swollen cuntlips until he found her cunthole. With a grunt he jammed his fat prick inside her pussy and grabbed her ass with his hands.
Her eyes rolled up. She now had her asshole packed with rubber and her cunthole packed with cock. Both holes were filled and stretched and she thought she would die.
Harold started fucking her. He told her how nice it felt to have his cock in a cunt tightened by a stuffed ass. He fucked his prick in and out of her pussy as his hands groped and squeezed her asscheeks. He rocked her back and forth, sliding her wet cunt on his cock, controlling every movement of her body in the way that gave him the most pleasure.
He finally came. She had saliva drooling out of her mouth when he finally shot his load inside her cunt.
At the end of the fuck his prick fell out of her slick pussy like a limp sausage.
When he untied the cord and pulled the rubber cock out of her ass, she farted loudly.
He laughed and pushed two fingers inside her gaping asshole and told her that next time he would shove the rubber cock in her cunt and fuck her butt.