Chapter 2
Maurice Merlon was a huge, gross man. He stood six feet tall and weighed in at well over two hundred and twenty pounds. His word had been law for as long as Debbie could remember. He was her uncle on her mother's side, and he was her guardian.
Merlon was forty years old. He had dark black hair, an olive complexion, and sharp, almost fierce features, accentuated by his pointed nose. But despite his weight he moved with the stealth of a cat, and many times Debbie was unaware of his presence for many minutes after he'd walked into a room where she was sitting or standing.
For all his sharpness he was a handsome man. And though he wasn't married, he liked women. He'd brought many of them to the house while Debbie had lived with him, taking them to his bedroom every time. And every morning, he would always see them off in a taxi. Every woman who left his bedroom wore a smile. Debbie wondered what went on in there to make them all so happy, That is, she had wondered until after seeing those films. Now she knew!
When the films were over, Merlon waved to his butler to remove the projector and screen. Then he poured himself a drink, and for the first time, poured a drink for Debbie. It was a small Cherry Kijafa, but was a gesture on his part indicating that she was no longer an infant.
"Tonight," he told her, "I will answer all the questions you've been wanting to ask me for so long." His voice was neither high-pitched nor low-pitched, and oddly enough, pleasant to hear.
Debbie knew what he meant. She was curious about many things, and so she began immediately.
"Are my parents dead?" she asked.
"No," he replied. "They're alive and well in another part of the United States."
"Then why am I living with you?" she wanted to know.
"Because I bought you from your parents."
"You bought me?"
"Precisely. Deborah, you come from a very large family. You have six brothers and three sisters. My sister, your mother, was, and probably still is, a very amorous woman. Your father is no less loving. They couldn't keep their hands off one another, and kept on making babies year after year after year. Unfortunately, that was the only thing at which your father was so good. He was totally incapable of making a living. He still is. Had it not been for the agreement we reached, your parents, brothers, sisters, and probably you, would have all starved to death by now."
"Aren't my parents the littlest bit curious about me?"
"They don't care at all, my dear. They are pleasure-loving individuals, and all they care about is their own enjoyment, no matter at whose expense."
"But why did you buy me? And why did they sell me?"
"Good questions," Merlon nodded. "Your parents sold you because I offered to buy you. I offered them an income of twenty thousand dollars a year, for as long as you live with me. This has paid for your father's vasectomy so he doesn't have to sire any additional unwanted children, and it has even helped put most of your brothers through college. All of them are now working and supporting themselves. In fact, they've done so well, they also help to support your parents who, by now, have banked enough money to last them the rest of their lives.
"Now we come to why I have bought you. To begin with, I was quite taken with you the first time I saw you, some twelve-odd years ago. You were an absolutely beautiful child then, and you're growing into a beautiful woman. Next year, when you're eighteen, you will be free to choose whatever way of life you wish. However, I bought you because you're probably the only female in all the world I would be able to trust to care for me and all I've earned. Any other woman would be interested solely in what she could get from me. This is why I have never married."
"Are you saying you want to marry me?" Debbie asked, somewhat aghast.
"If things work out well, in time I may consider marriage. In the meantime, I've brought you up as a responsible young lady who is to be considerate of her elders. However, since you do belong to me, bought and paid for, you will, from this point on, for the next year, assume the role of my personal concubine."
"Concubine?"
"Dear girl, you saw the movies tonight. You saw what happened between the man and woman in each film."
"Yes," she admitted.
"Then don't be obtuse. What you saw on the screen tonight is what you and I shall re-enact for many of the three hundred and sixty five nights to come."
Debbie was stunned! Her uncle was telling her that he intended to fuck her. And she had nothing to say about it. She was his, to do with as he pleased for at least another year.
"Why are you doing this to me, uncle?" she asked in a shaky voice.
"Debbie, you're behaving as if I've asked you to do something terrible. Let me hasten to assure you, sleeping with me, or fucking with me to be exact, is probably one of the luckiest things that will ever happen to you."
"No," Debbie said, shaking her head. "I don't want to fuck for you. No, no, that's a terrible idea. You're so fat and ugly."
"I'm all these things," he nodded, "but beauty is not always something you see. There are many so-called beautiful men—gigolos—who would sell their mothers for money."
"But you don't even love me."
"True love is something that grows between people who live as man and wife over many years. What you mean is, I'm not smitten with you or infatuated by you. You're quite right. I'm a little past the point of infatuation."
"And I don't feel any love for you at all. In fact, I'm afraid of you."
"A woman should always be in awe of the man mastering her. In any case, you will fuck for me. You will begin tonight. Without your realizing it, I've seen to it you've been taking contraceptive pills with your vitamins for the past two months. So you'll have no worries about becoming pregnant."
"I'll run away if you make me do this."
"Where will you go, Debbie? Will you return to your parents, assuming you can find them? They don't want you. Will you join some hippie commune, where to live among them you'll have to fuck not just one, but all the males in the commune? And in return for this, they'll do you the favor of letting you wash their filthy clothes. Come here," he said, stepping to the window.
Haltingly, Debbie walked over to where he was standing. He pointed out the window to the car in the driveway. There were floodlights on outside, so the car was plainly visible.
"Do you see that?" he asked.
"The car?" she asked.
"It's yours, tomorrow morning. You've taken driving lessons. I've had a personal instructor teach you how to handle any kind of car in existence. That car is an Oldsmobile Toronado. Since you are to be my personal concubine, you will be treated as one. I've had charge cards made for you, and starting tomorrow morning, you're free to get in the car and drive off, or go to town and use the cards to buy whatever pleases you. I have no intention of forcing you to remain here. But remember, Debbie. No matter how gross, old, or ugly I may be, I'm the only one who really cares about you. And as long as you obey me, you may have whatever pleases you. If, next year, you wish to leave me, you may do so with an income for life."
"And if I should leave before the year is up?"
"I wouldn't advise it. You're still a minor without a means of making a living. Even if you should sell the car, you would soon run out of money. You would have nowhere to go."
"Suppose I decided to come back here after finding it out for myself?"
"I would accept you back ... but strictly on my own terms."
"Of course. You're telling me I must stay here now strictly on your own terms. I'm your slave, bought and paid for, to do with as you please."
"I've watched over you now for more than twelve years. Believe me when I say I had my eye on you for more than a year before finally selecting you. An accident was faked to make it appear your parents were killed, creating a feeling of helplessness for you. Then I arrived and assumed your legal guardianship.
"In the twelve years you've lived here, you've made many friends, all girls, but good friends. Each one of them comes from a good family. But each one of them has only one future, and that's to be dominated by the men whom they marry."
"And my future is to be dominated by a man who may or may not marry me," Debbie said, coldly.
"Wrong. Whether or not marriage enters into the picture, it is my intention to make you a wholly independent person. But to become a master, one must know what it is to be a slave. One must appreciate the other person's point of view. So, in the process of making you a sexually proficient young lady, I intend using you much as might use a slave. Thus when you do finally come to a decision, later in life, you will be prepared to face your future without any qualms."
"And what if I choose to have a future without you?"
"As I said, my dear. A year from tonight will be your eighteenth birthday. If, by that time, you feel you wish to permanently leave me, I will set up a trust fund for you, giving you a guaranteed income for life. In any case, as long as you stay here, I am to be obeyed. I am to be obeyed completely, no matter how repulsed you are by me. If you run away before your eighteenth birthday and decide to return, I will accept you back though you will be forced to remain with me permanently, forfeiting all rights to that lifetime income."
"You really don't like me, do you, uncle?" she asked, walking to the door.
"On the contrary. I like you much more than you could hope to imagine."
"All these years, I've lived in this house, under your shadow. And all these years you've terrified me. I've tried to do everything and anything possible to please you, just to see a smile crease your face. The best I got was less of a frown whenever I did something right."
"Have you ever wanted for anything?"
"Yes, I've never felt the love I've so desperately needed."
"Indeed. As you mature, you will realize there are different ways for different people to show love. Now, my dear, I suggest you go to your room and ready yourself for me. I will be up very shortly."