Chapter 3
When Anne opened her eyes, she found herself back on her bed. She was not alone. Now Vernon was in the room. He sat in a chair near the bed with his gaze on her body.
She blushed when she realized she was naked. She tried to cover her body, but she still had the chains on and she was unable to move. She had to remain totally stripped while Vernon leered at her nakedness.
Vernon smiled at her when their eyes met.
He watched her struggle with the chains. He chuckled when she finally gave up and closed her eyes with bitter resignation.
But her eyes flew open again when she felt Vernon's huge hand on her belly. She was frightened. She wanted to scream, but she had the gag in her mouth and the only sound she could make was a feeble moan.
Vernon's hand slowly moved from her belly to her tits. He grazed his palm gently over the swell of her tits. His huge fingers explored the shape of her nipples.
"Nice tits," Vernon said. "I like a girl with nice tits. You sure got nice ones." He suddenly leaned over and took one of her nipples between his teeth.
Anne cringed and held her breath. The fear brought a cold sweat to her forehead. He was an animal. She was afraid he might suddenly go berserk and bite her nipple off.
But in a moment Vernon's teeth were replaced by his lips and tongue and he began sucking her tit.
The fear of having her nipple bitten off was gone, but now she had the embarrassment of a strange man's mouth sucking her tit-flesh. She told herself she wanted to die.
After a while Vernon pulled his mouth away from her tits and once again put his hand on her belly. This time his hand moved down to her cunt-bush. She was mortified. She kept her eyes tightly closed as she felt his fingers probe between her cuntlips to find her cunthole. She lurched on the bed as one of his thick fingers drilled deep inside her pussy.
Oh, God help me, she thought. This monster had his finger all the way inside her cunt and there was nothing she could do about it. Nothing at all. She was completely at his mercy. Even without her chains, he could easily kill her with his bare hands. With one bare hand. His fingers wriggled inside her cunt, slid in and out, stretching her pussy-hole without regard for her feelings.
Suddenly Vernon pulled the ball-gag out of her mouth and said, "You like my finger in there?"
Anne groaned. "Please, Vernon, don't do it. I beg you!"
He chuckled and screwed his finger more forcefully in and out of her cunthole. "Mrs. Blake says it's all right if I touch you."
Mrs. Blake was her Aunt Clarissa. Anne wondered what kind of madhouse she was in. Maybe they were all crazy. Maybe she had stumbled into the house of the Devil. All these years she'd thought her mother's sister was a saintly woman, but now she knew how evil Clarissa really was. Could she bluff Vernon?
"I'm sure my aunt meant you could touch me somewhere else, Vernon. That's a very private place and you're hurting me. Did my aunt give you permission to hurt me?"
"She said I could touch your pussy. It's a nice pussy. Vernon likes a nice pussy. You got lots of hair down there. Vernon likes that."
Oh, God, she thought. I'm locked in here with an animal. I'm chained to the bed and he can do anything he wants with me.
Vernon finally pulled his finger out of her cunt. He sniffed it and then wiped it on his pants. Anne blushed and tried to look away.
"Mrs. Blake wants you to get dressed," Vernon said. "I brought some clothes." He pointed at a carton on one of the chairs.
Anne groaned. "How can I possibly get dressed when I'm tied up like this?"
"Mrs. Blake says I can take the chains off, but if you make any trouble she said I should hit you."
"I won't make any trouble, Vernon, I promise. Please get the chains off me."
"Okay," Vernon said, his hands working now to free her of the chains.
Then she remembered what Clarissa had done to her in the bathroom. She remembered how Clarissa had pissed on her. "Please, Vernon," she said, "can I take a shower? It won't take long. I promise I won't give you any trouble. Just let me take a shower."
Vernon looked at her and then he shrugged. "Sure, why not? You got to have a shower before you get dressed. Just don't make any trouble."
When the chains were finally off and untangled, she hurried into the bathroom. She scrubbed herself under the shower, soaped her body completely once and then did it all over again. When she finally came out of the bathroom again, she felt much better. Now at least she was clean.
The clothes Vernon had brought her were not her own clothes. There was some underwear and a dress and a pair of shoes. The shoes had very high heels. She never wore shoes like that, and when she tried them on the first time she could hardly stand in them. But Vernon insisted she had to wear them. He leered at her as she dressed. There was nothing she could do about it and she did her best to ignore him. She put on the garter belt and the stockings and the panties and the bra and finally the dress. The dress was pretty. She straightened out the dress in the mirror and then she stepped into the high-heeled pumps.
"You look pretty," Vernon said.
He was right. She did look pretty. She almost looked like another woman. The shoes and the dress gave her an air of sexuality she'd never had before.
After she finished dressing, Vernon chained her to the bed again. She tried to talk him out of it, but it was no use. He had his orders. He ran his hand under her dress and squeezed her cunt one last time. Then he left the room and locked her in.
She lay there waiting. She knew Clarissa hadn't wanted her dressed for nothing. There was a reason Clarissa had wanted her dressed up in fancy underwear and a pretty dress and high heels. Once again chained to the bed, she lay there fearful of what the future would bring.
Twenty minutes passed, and then the door was unlocked and opened and Uncle Harold walked in.
Vernon had not replaced the gag in Anne's mouth, and now she began pleading with Uncle Harold to stop this madness and unchain and let her go home. She promised that if he helped her escape she would not make any trouble for them.
But Uncle Harold shook his head. "I can't do it," he said. "You'd better forget about that."
"Please, Uncle Harold! I thought you cared for me! You always said I was your favorite niece."
He ignored her pleading. He stood by the bed and looked her up and down and smiled Then he sat down in the chair Vernon had used and he ran his hands over her tits.
Anne wanted to crawl into a hole. This was not Vernon, an animal and a stranger. This was her Uncle Harold and he was toying with her tits the way she imagined a husband would toy with his wife. Except they were not married and they were uncle and niece. It's incest she thought. He's forcing me to commit incest The dress had a V-neck, and now Harold slipped his hand inside the neckline to fondle her tits through the material of her lightweight bra. She blushed when he found her nipples and rolled them until they were stiff.
"Clarissa says you've got juicy tits," he chuckled.
"Uncle Harold, if you help me escape from here I'll let you do anything you want. I'll let you suck my tits. Would you like that? Help me escape and I'll let you do it."
He smiled. "I can do it anyway. But not now. I'll get some of these chains off and you get on your knees."
"On my knees?"
"That's right."
She hoped he would unchain her enough so that maybe she could hit him over the head and run. But he only removed two of the chains. It made it possible for her to kneel on the bed on all fours, but there was no way she could escape.
Harold now moved behind her. She groaned as she felt him lift her dress to her waist to expose her ass.
She remained perfectly still. The panties were almost transparent and she was afraid to move for fear she would show him more than he could already see.
Then she gasped with dismay as she felt his hands on her ass. He palmed her asscheeks, then squeezed her ass-flesh. She closed her eyes, listened to the pounding of her heart and hoped that somehow this nightmare would end.
She cried out when he pulled her panties down. She couldn't help it. The humiliation of having her ass exposed to a man like this was too much to bear. She cried out and Harold immediately slapped her ass vigorously. He slapped both asscheeks, one after the other, a dozen slaps, until the pain outweighed the humiliation and she stopped wailing.
"That's better," Uncle Harold said. "Keep your mouth shut if you don't want to get spanked again. Or maybe you want that gag in your mouth. Is that what you want? I don't like to have you gagged, but if you don't keep quiet I'll shove that ball down your throat."
"I promise I won't make any noise," she sobbed. She hated the ball-gag and she would do almost anything to keep it out of her mouth.
Now that her creamy ass was bare, Harold ran his hands over her naked asscheeks. Then his fingers moved down to the pouch of her pussy and he tickled her cuntlips with his fingertips. He chuckled when she squirmed under his touch. He ran a finger up and down between her cuntlips and then pushed it inside her cunthole. She was still wet from the probing Vernon had given her, and Harold was pleased she already had some juice in her hole.
She remained motionless as Harold fingered her cunthole. Then she gasped as she felt another finger tickling her asshole. She bit her lip to keep from crying out as his finger slowly squeezed its way inside her shithole.
Oh, God, she thought. I'm suffering every possible form of degradation here. What have I done to deserve this?
Harold had fingers in both holes now, one finger in her ass and one finger in her cunt. He slid his fingers in and out of her cunthole and asshole, fingerfucking both holes until she wanted to die with shame.
He suddenly pulled his fingers out of her cunt and ass and brought his hand around to her face. "Lick them clean," he grunted.
She thought she'd faint. She could smell herself on his fingers. When she did nothing, Harold grabbed her neck with his free hand and shoved one of his fingers inside her mouth.
She sucked his finger. She had no choice. She knew that if she refused to do it he would beat her. She wasn't sure which finger she was sucking, the finger that had been in her ass or the one that had explored her cunt, but she thought she could taste her cuntjuice.
After a while Harold pulled the finger out of her mouth and made her clean the other one. This time she was sure. This finger had been in her ass and as she sucked it clean she prayed that a bolt of lightning would strike her and kill her dead on the spot.
When Harold was satisfied that his fingers were clean, he wiped his hand on her dress and patted her cheek. "You're a good girl," he said. "I'm going to fuck you now. I know you haven't been fucked in years, but don't put up a fuss."
"No!" she cried. "I don't want you to! Please, I beg you, leave me alone!"
Harold slammed the flat of his hand against her head and knocked her over. "You stupid bitch, I told you not to make a fuss. Now get up on your knees and show me that ass again. If you don't behave yourself I'll fuck your asshole until your head flies off."
The threat of having her asshole fucked was enough to quiet her down. She crawled in front of him on all fours again. Then she lowered her head and shoulders to the mattress and raised her ass into the air.
"That's it," Harold chuckled. "My, what a pretty ass. And a nice cunt, too. You're wet, little Anne. You've got a lake of juice inside your cunt. But you've already tasted it, haven't you?" He slapped her ass again, not too hard, but just enough to make her wince.
Anne waited. Harold was going to fuck her and there was nothing she could do about it. She hoped he would rot in Hell for it. She knew the Lord would forgive her. She had not asked for this. She had come to this house as an innocent woman.
A soft moan escaped her lips as she suddenly felt Harold's cock rubbing up and down between her asshole and cunthole. She knew it was his cock and not his finger. She could tell by the feel of it and heat of his cockhead. It had to be his cock. Now she could feel it pushing between her cuntlips. Then the mouth of her cunthole was stretched and she groaned as what felt like a long thick sausage slid inside her cunt-channel.
"Oh, yes," Harold said. "You've got a hot little pussy, girl. Oh, my, yes. What a tight little cunt! Does it feel good? Do you like Uncle Harold's cock in your tight little cunt?"
Anne groaned as he began fucking her with a steady rhythm. His cock slid smoothly in and out of her cunt-channel. She was ashamed that her cunt had lubricated for him. She held still, determined not to move, determined not to show any sign of involvement. Uncle Harold was raping her and she would not allow him to think it was anything else. She hated it. She hated the feel of his thick cock stretching her sensitive pussy-flesh. She hated the feel of his hairy balls slapping against her clit. When he shot his load of filthy spunk in her cunt, she would hate that too.
Please, God, forgive me, she thought.
Then Harold came. A croaking sound came out of his throat as he began spurting his jism. He pumped what seemed like a gallon of cock-cream into her almost virginal pussy. When he was finished, he fell forward on her back and crushed her under his weight.
Anne closed her eyes and sobbed into the mattress.