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CHAPTER EIGHT

Gobs of cum leaked obscenely from her pussy hole. She felt unclean.

"All right, let's go, Gloria," Uncle Richard said calmly as he stepped into the room a few moments later. He unhooked the stocks and pulled Gloria to her feet.

She looked terrible. Her pretty hair was a mess, and her body ached from being confined in the stocks. She shot her Uncle Richard a look of loathing. He responded by slapping her across the face, jarring her teeth with the wicked blow.

"What the fuck's your problem, cunt?" he snorted. "I just took you out of the stocks and you look at me like I'm the devil or something. You should be more grateful."

Gloria had no patience left. She was prepared to speak her mind, no matter what sort of punishment she would receive.

"You fucking bastard!" she hissed. "How could you keep me in this evil place? My God!"

Uncle Richard smiled, puffed on his cigar and replied, "Well, Gloria. You must have had it coming." He shrugged and shoved her roughly to the floor. "Now I'll have to clean you off, damnit! Shit, girl, you're more trouble than you're worth."

He stepped over to the corner of the room, unraveled a garden hose, screwed it into a faucet and turned the water on full-blast.

The water splashed all over her body, and Gloria shivered from the cold. Goose-bumps formed on her flesh as the man hosed her down.

"Spread your legs, bitch," he snarled. "You want to get your cunt all cleaned up, don't you?"

"Yes," she quickly blurted.

Perhaps if her pussy were washed out, she wouldn't feel so creepy. As she spread her thighs apart, exposing her cunt, Uncle Richard stepped forward and without hesitation rammed the nozzle into her cunt. The water splashed into her pussy, shooting in concentrated streams. It hurt terribly, and she flinched and waved her arms in the air, gesturing for the man to stop.

"Let's get your cunt real good and clean," he said cruelly as he began shoving the nozzle deep into her cunt.

Gloria flailed about on the floor, but no matter how fast she moved, her Uncle kept air top of her, shoving the nozzle deeper and deeper into her cunt.

He kept shouting at her as he pumped the nozzle of the hose into her pussy: "Yeah, let's get your cunt all cleaned up, bitch! We can't have you walking around with your pussy filled up with cum, can we?"

"That's enough! Please!" she shrieked as the hose pummeled her pussy, washing cold water through her cunt and causing her to shiver from the cold, wet jet-stream that coursed through her young, abused cunt.

Finally, Uncle Richard pulled the hose out of her cunt and turned off the water. He laughed and puffed on his cigar.

"My, my, Gloria. You look like hell again. Shit! It seems like every time I see you, you've just been raped. You just never learn, do you? You just can't keep your cunt away from cocks!"

"What are you talking about?" she responded. "Good God, Uncle Richard! Have you gone absolutely insane?"

Uncle Richard's face flushed with anger and resentment. His features hardened and he stepped forward, kicking the girl in the side.

She flinched in pain and rolled over, clutching her aching side. The pain from the kick was unbelievable. She saw stars and blacked out for a moment.

When she came to, the pain began to subside and she felt a firm tugging on her neck. She was stunned to discover that her uncle had put a dog collar on her. He stood over her, tugging her by the leash he held in his hand.

"You seem to like to behave like an animal, so you'll simply have to be treated like one," he snorted as he tugged on the leash and pulled her forward.

The dollar bit into her neck, and she scrambled forward on her hands and knees.

"Where… where are you taking me?" she asked meekly as she fought back her tears.

"To the torture rack, where you'll be severely punished for your lewd behavior," he replied coldly.

She bit her lip and broke out crying. What more could they do to her?

The torture chamber that housed the rack was a dreadful-looking place. Located in the basement of the mansion, the chamber room was like a medieval dungeon. The walls were of gray stone, several feet thick. A small window with steel bars was the only way for air to get into the room. In the center of the torture chamber was a long, heavy wooden table with rods at either end and a crank used to pull the rods apart, thus stretching the unlucky victim.

Gloria gasped with fear as her eyes took in the dreadful diabolical rack. "Y-you're not gonna put me on that thing, are you?" she said, wide-eyed.

"Why, yes, my dear little niece. You must be punished, and this is as a good a way as any. After you're tortured on the rack, perhaps your behavior will improve."

Uncle Richard had a threatening leer on his heavy face. He walked over to a control panel and pushed an intercom button.

Leaning forward, he spoke into a hidden microphone: "Maxwell, this is Richard Havermayer. I have your newest student down here in the dungeon. She must be punished for her filthy behavior. I think you'd enjoy assisting me."

"I'll be right down," Maxwell said through the loudspeaker.

Gloria didn't like the tone of Maxwell's voice. She imagined that the cruel headmaster was rubbing his hands together with evil delight as he thought of torturing her.

"Okay, Gloria, climb upon the rack," Uncle Richard instructed coolly. "Don't be difficult, now."

"You're out of your ever-loving mind!" she screamed. She backed around the rack and out of reach.

Uncle Richard strode purposefully to a wooden cabinet, opened it, and took out a cat-of-nine-tails – the most menacing torture implement Gloria had ever seen. Nine thick black leather thongs hung from the end of a heavy leather handle that was a foot and a half long. He fondled the nine thongs in his hand, running the leather strands through his fingers.

Staring at Gloria with half-glazed eyes that were slitted like razorblades, he stepped forward and lashed out at her with the whip.

She dodged the first whip-stroke, but she was not quick enough and the cat-of-nine-tails slashed across her tits.

"Owwwwwww!" she shrieked as the whip landed on her naked ripe tits. Her sensitive nipples stiffened and pointed skyward at the touch of the leather tendrils. "Stop it, Uncle Richard! You don't know what you're doing!"

"I know exactly what I'm doing," he replied as he whipped her repeatedly. The cat-of-nine-tails slashed across her naked tits with brutal force. "Yeah, I love it!" Uncle Richard shrieked with glee. He was in a frenzy as he whipped his wretched captive.

Gloria looked into her Uncle Richard's icy cold eyes. They told her that she was wasting her time with vain pleas for mercy. Her Uncle Richard relished whipping her. He looked like a madman, driven with diabolical lust and sadistic passion. Driven with the urge to whip and humiliate his niece.

Again and again the evil whip slashed across her tits. She flinched with every blew. Her face flushed with pain and her muscles twitched as she steeled herself to receive the lashing strokes from the horrid whip.

Dashing around the rack, she managed to escape the man's next blow. She leaped onto the rack, jumped down on the other side and had a clear path to the door of the dungeon, which was partially ajar.

Her eyes lit on the door and she dashed toward it, looking back and seeing her Uncle Richard stumbling and falling hard on the floor in his haste to thwart her escape.