Peter Jenkins
Drugged into sin

CHAPTER ONE

The skies were clouded with the gray misty haze that make February days in the east so depressing. Christine looked out of her bedroom window and onto the back campus of the fashionable eastern boarding school she was forced to attend since her parents had been killed in an accident two years ago. Until that time she had been completely happy in the local high school in the small, but friendly farming community in Southeastern Pennsylvania. Although she was less than three hundred miles from her hometown she found the locale of the school far from cheerful. Coal mines, grey dust, smoky mountains did not replace the grain fields, green lawns, plentiful foliage which she could enjoy when she looked out of her bedroom window at home.

Home! What a laugh, she thought. Since her parents death she had been living with an aunt and uncle who were her legal guardians until she reached twenty-one. They had control of the insurance money, which would have actually left her quite well off, and decided that it would be best, to send her away to school. Christine was certain that they were going to make sure that she never got any of the money even when she did reach the legal age, and that was why she was being sent away to school. After all, her aunt and uncle had never had children of their own and what did they know about a young girl's feelings and needs. They just wanted her out of the way!

Well, just two more weeks until Spring Vacation. This thought brightened her spirits considerably. She was being allowed to bring her boyfriend home for the two weeks since his parents were on an extended cruise of the Caribbean. Two weeks to share things with Jimmy! The restrictions placed on all the boarding students at the school made it almost impossible to have a normal dating relationship. She was seventeen. Jimmy was eighteen and they had to sneak even a good-night kiss after the Saturday night dances sponsored by the school. The dormitory mother was always there watching disapprovingly as if it were a sordid, dirty thing to show any sort of affection. "Public display of affection is disgusting!" That had been drilled into the girls' heads from the first day they arrived at the school. If you were caught in what the faculty considered a "compromising situation" – such as holding hands, you were campused for a week for "Socializing". It seemed that they were so afraid that one of the girls would get in trouble, and this alone stifled any normal, healthy relationship between the boys and girls.

Until she had been sent away to school she had always been allowed to date freely. Her parents trusted her and with her strict Methodist upbringing a girl just didn't let things get out of hand. She valued her virginity and planned to save it for her future husband, but a good-night kiss was far from going "all the way", as her generation put it.

Her feelings for Jimmy she felt were love. She enjoyed his kisses, brief caresses, and found herself longing for more, but she had always kept herself in check – or at least the school rules had!

Now she would be able to spend two whole weeks with Jimmy. Even though it would be under the supervision of her aunt and uncle, it would be far more relaxed than the strict, unreasonable school regulations.

Suddenly she was jolted out of her daydreams as the chapel bell rang, signaling the start of the next class. She walked slowly across the street to the main building, hoping to catch a glimpse of Jimmy before she went to her French class.

The two weeks went quickly and as the Greyhound Bus rolled down the forest lined mountain roads Christine felt a new exhilaration and an unexplainable apprehension about the coming vacation. Jimmy held her hand tightly and kissed her light on the cheek.

"What's on your mind, sweet thing?" he asked.

"Nothing, really. I was just thinking what it's going to be like to spend a whole two weeks with you – without the school's regulations and eyes staring at us. We've been able to control our emotions so far, but I was wondering whether it is because we are strong or because we had to."

"Don't worry. I know how you feel about things and I would never do anything to hurt you. Now relax."

She leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes, picturing the rolling green lawns, the trees in the backyard and smiled to herself. This was going to be a good vacation. Jimmy stared at her as she sat there, so peaceful, so full of hopes and dreams. She is a beautiful girl, he thought. His eyes wandered over the full length of her body.

The thin cotton dress she was wearing did little to conceal the already ripe body of a woman.

The neckline of her dress was just low enough to reveal the slight cleavage of her already full ample breasts, too full for a seventeen year old.

The material clung tightly around her midriff accentuating the firm, round globes, the small waist and the fullness of her hips. Her legs were long and slender, almost fawn-like. Yes indeed, she's quite a knockout! I'm a very lucky guy!

The four hour bus ride passed rapidly and as the driver called out "Lancaster, Pa." Jimmy reached across her and shook her gently to wake her up. His arm brushed against the firm fullness of her breasts and sent a chill through his body and settled in his loins.

Christine stirred and opened her eyes slowly. She smiled at him and said, "Well, here we are!" She got out of her seat to make room for Jimmy and reached for a small bag on the overhead rack. As she stretched she gave him, as well as the other passengers, a brief glimpse of her stockinged legs and the white flesh which showed between her nylons and her garter belt.

Jimmy drew a sharp breath, trying to fight back the slight bulge which was about to show through his tailored slacks. He reached up to help her with the bag, so she went ahead, out the door into the warm sunshine of Southern Pennsylvania.

She looked around the small station until she spotted her Aunt Helen and Uncle Roger. After hurried introductions, they piled into the station wagon and headed for the farm. She was not particularly fond of her aunt and uncle. Her aunt tried to be kind and understanding, but her uncle was a different story. She felt uneasy when she was alone in a room with him. His eyes seemed to devour her, making her feel completely naked and defenseless. His hands would always be accidentally brushing against her behind or across her chest as he pretended to reach for something. She just didn't trust him, and today was no different. She could feel his eyes burning right through the material of her summer dress. His stare was so obvious that she wondered why her aunt hadn't noticed it. But that was Aunt Helen, trusting and completely oblivious to things going on around her!

Thank God Jimmy is here, she thought. At least maybe now he will keep his hands to himself and stop those awful, degrading looks. He just makes me feel dirty.

She tried to put these thoughts out of her mind as the car moved along through the residential section of town to the country. The sweet smell of trees budding, grass growing and the crocus blooming revitalized her spirits, and she reached across the seat and grabbed Jimmy's hand. He returned her affectionate squeeze and gave her a quick smile.

He's just nervous about meeting my relatives, she thought. But he was trying desperately to control the flood of emotion he was feeling. Here he was, away from the school for a whole two weeks with one of the loveliest and most sensual girls he had ever met, holding her hand, and finally they would have a chance to be alone. He could feel the tightening grow between his legs and feel his penis straining against its confines.

I've got to get this off my mind, he mused, and tried to force himself to look at the scenery and think of something else… anything else! He wanted her desperately! Too desperately!

They pulled up the drive to the house. It was a quaint farmhouse, the kind you see on the postcards of the Pennsylvania Dutch country. The hex signs were freshly painted on the side of the barn which was a contrast to the weathered wood of the rest of the building. A huge sheep dog came running to greet them, jumping up on the side of the car.

"That's Bear," Christine said. "I've had him since he's been a puppy!"

Everyone piled out of the car and headed for the house.

"I'll show you to your room, Jimmy," her uncle said. "You women can make us all something to eat, I'm starved."

Reluctantly Jimmy followed her uncle up the stair to the second floor of the house. He was hoping that Christine would have shown him to his room. At least then he could have held her for a moment and kissed her properly.

Oh well, he thought. Perhaps this is best. After all, we do have a lot of time ahead of us.

Supper was light and informal. Christine seemed to virtually gulp her food so that there would be time after dinner to show Jimmy around the farm. She glanced across the table at him, then lowered her eyes and blushed slightly. I know he wants to be with me as much as I want to be with him, she thought to herself. Tonight will be the first time we've been alone since I've known him.

Her uncle gave her one of his lustful looks that made her feel that he could sense what she was thinking. It made her skin begin to crawl and she turned her head away from his knowing gaze.

The moon was bright as they walked across the yard toward the barn. Jimmy held onto her hand and leaned over to kiss her forehead.

"You look lovely in this light, more lovely than I've ever seen you."

She could feel a burning sensation in her loins, gnawing at her very being, and she knew that she had to have this desire satisfied. She stood very still, looking at Jimmy, almost coyly, a vague and graceful sylph. Her breasts were barely covered by the low, tight fit of the dress and he could see the tautness of the flesh of her ribs as it strained against the material and accentuated the enormous, proud thrust of her breasts.

She moved closer towards him, the flesh of her thighs rippling in sinuous hollows.

He stood rooted to the spot, gazing at her. He was unable to move and could only wait for her to come to him. He could feel his penis, hot and pulsing, forming a great jut under his thin trousers. He felt helpless against its throbbing and pushing, and the ache to grab her and take her right there on the barn floor raced through his entire body. He was aware only of her, a movement of firm, beautiful flesh towards him and the enormous, scorching tingle in the lower regions of his loins.

She reached out for him and clasped him tightly, desperately, breathing heavily. The tenderness and love he felt for her made his longing even stronger and he gasped, "God, we've got to stop this right now or else it will be too late, I can't wait much longer for you!" Her answer was a low, animal-like moan, throaty and promising. Her hands clasped his neck and pulled his face down against her so that their cheeks caressed, as the other intimate end of her body pressed and bumped against him, rubbing up and down against the hard protuberance of his erection. With a feeling of despair that they were two people rather than one, he buried his lips in her neck and moved his hands quiveringly down the smooth, flawless flesh of her upper back until it was hidden in the confines of her dress. As his exploring fingers reached the start of the outward bulge of her hips, he strained her body against him. His hands moved on down over and around the softness of her flesh until they were cupping her buttocks in a sensual ecstasy of their own. He forced her hips in at his, crushing her against his penis until it hurt him, torturing himself. Her buttocks were smooth and hard as she strained into him, then she relaxed and her buttocks expanded fully into his hands.

"You love me?" he whispered.

Her arms moved around his neck in reply and the pressure was so great that when she kissed him his lips were crushed back on his teeth and he could hardly breathe.

"I love you," she whispered softly.

His hands ran over her body with growing urgency, over the fullness of her breasts, the roundness of her hips and the resilient firmness of her thighs. His fingers began to work at the hem of her dress, pulling it up until he could feel the soft silk of her panties. She moaned quietly under his persistent touch and pulled him downward to the hay covered floor. His fingers found the tight elastic of her leg-band and gently, but persistently pushed them inside until he could feel the soft pubic mound and the most intimate part of her body. She wriggled under his touch, knowing that she should stop him but straining her body toward his fingers at the same time. Slowly he tugged at the brief panties until she lay completely exposed and vulnerable to his touch and every wanton caress.

His penis was throbbing wildly inside the tight confines of his trousers. Reluctantly he released one hand and tugged at the zipper of his fly. He had to free his pulsing, demanding organ. He had to have relief from this sweet torture. The urgency of his passion seemed to become unbearable and his swollen penis gave an involuntary jolt, moving sharply towards his belly as he released it.

"Oooohhhhhh, darling, we must stop! It isn't right. Not now. I can't… I can't…" Christine moaned softly, but at the same time she couldn't take her eyes away from his thick, warm staff as it jerked upwards. It sent a desire through her that she had never felt before. They had necked and petted, but it had never gotten this far. She had felt the stiffness of his manhood through his trousers, but she had never seen it and she found it difficult to believe the size, it had grown to in his excitement.

Sharply, she turned on her side, extending her smooth, round buttocks towards him. She reached behind him and pulled him towards her until she could feel the hardness and the jerking of his cock against her stomach.

Once more he let his hands wander down towards the intimate crease of her vagina and slowly began to finger the pubic mound, searching for the tiny hair-lined slit and protective lips. He found the hard little clitoris which he had read about in sex books and he massaged it gently while Christine moaned and writhed her body furiously under his touch.

"That's wonderful," she breathed, almost indistinctly as she let her own hands drop down to caress his throbbing cock. He gasped at the suddenness of her touch against his bare flesh, it was almost too much for him to stand. He began to rock his body back and forth as her hand grasped tighter and tighter around the frustrated penis. The agony was unbearable and he finally found the tight, elastic slit of her vagina and forcefully drove a finger deep into her soft, warm channel. She gasped in pain and shock at the sudden intrusion.

"Ooooooooh! Stop, darling. That hurts. You'll have to do it slower."

But, the boy was breathing too rapidly now to listen to her plea and continued the punishing movement of his fingers, more quickly and powerfully. She could feel the pressure in her loins begin to lessen as her vagina began to lubricate with her love fluid, but she was afraid that he could puncture the virginity that she had so highly and carefully protected. She tried to push him away, but the weight of his body prevented her from moving her hands. His penis was jerking and throbbing wildly now as it pushed in and out of her tightly clenched fists. He felt that he could not wait, he was about to cum and he wanted to ram his denied prick deep into her belly. He had to have her and have her now!

Christine began to cough out sounds from her throat until he was not sure whether he was really hurting her that badly or whether it was some choking passion. With a great effort he slowed his rhythm of finger fucking and tried to force her over on her back so that he could take her as she should be taken.

"Nooooo, Jimmy. We mustn't do this! We must save it, darling, we must save it!"

Ignoring her pleas in his pent-up passion, he forced her backward until she lay completely open, exposed and vulnerable. His penis was about to burst as his hands went to his loins in an effort to pry her fingers away from his thick, stiffened staff so that he could totally impale her with his maleness. She tried to tighten her grip around the jerking flesh as he pulled back away from her touch, but she could feel her fingers slowly losing their grip.

As her fingers could feel the hard, rounded head of his penis leave her grip, he gasped, "Damn… damn it! I'm going to cum… I'm going to cum now!" She could feel a sudden bursting and sticky substance cover the palm of her hand as his hips thrust forward wildly in thwarted passion. She could feel the jerking of the muscles of his prick as they relaxed and contracted, shooting forth his sperm into her hand and onto the barn floor, and finally with a last weakening thrust he flopped forward onto her, his penis deflating and slipping out of her hand.

Slowly he rolled over onto his back, trying to avoid her gaze and zip his pants at the same time. All of a sudden he felt embarrassed and ashamed… ashamed of the fact that he might have raped her and now that his pent-up desire had been satisfied, at least to a certain extent, he did not know what to say.

She just lay there, her skirt pulled up around her waist, her panties were at her ankles and she looked at him… or looked through him with almost unseeing eyes, he was not sure which.

"I'm sorry," he muttered, not knowing what else to say.

"I'm not," she replied, "but we can't let this happen again, Jimmy. We came too close this time."

He nodded in agreement, but he knew that since it had gone this far, the next time there would be no stopping. He sensed that she knew it too, but these were words that had to be spoken for propriety's sake and to salve the conscience. Slowly she got dressed and straightened her rumpled skirt as much as possible and got to her feet.

"We'd better get back to the house before they become suspicious," she whispered, and kissed him wetly on the cheek.

As they walked from the barn, she noticed a long shadow across the doorway. When she looked up she saw who was standing there… her uncle! I wonder how long he's been outside?

Was he listening? Watching? She said nothing, but grabbed Jimmy's hand and walked straight to the house.

Christine went straight to her room after again kissing Jimmy lightly on the cheek. Her bedroom and bath were in the opposite end of the big house – away from her aunt and uncle and away from Jimmy! She liked to have her privacy when she was home and she felt safe being away from the lustful gaze of her uncle. He made her feel so uneasy, she just didn't trust him.

She lay on her bed fully-clothed for several minutes thinking about her experience with Jimmy in the barn. She had never felt a desire grow so strong. The unfulfilled desire and passion still ached between her legs and she was slightly regretful that she hadn't let Jimmy take her right then and there. They were in love, she rationalized, so it wouldn't have been so bad… people in love were supposed to feel like this.

Dreamily she let her hands roam over the young, voluptuous curves of her body. Her full, white breasts were still taut from the passionate caresses of her lover – or rather, would-be lover. She played with the hard, pink nipples beneath her blouse making them stand even more erect and she pinched them between her fingers until they ached with a strange all-pervading desire. She rubbed them pensively, lifting her breasts so that they were cupped lazily in the palms of her hands. The caress made her feel drowsily sexy and very unfulfilled. Her attention was directed towards the softness of her thighs, and the maddening tingle which burned deep in her loins. She pressed her legs tightly together, letting her firm, full thighs rub excitingly against the soft pulsing lips of her vagina.

She looked quickly around her empty room, then, licking her lips in secret anticipation, she slowly pulled her dress up over her thighs until the white strips of satin covered elastic which held her stockings taut were exposed. She raised them gently away from the softness of her leg and let them fall back with a faint, exciting snap onto her bare skin. She raised herself off the bed and quickly pushed aside the crotch band of her silk bikini panties and let her fingers stray casually to the sparse hair-lined lips of her vagina. She plucked tenderly at the soft mound, sliding her fingers along the warm, moist slit down between her legs. They dipped slightly into the throbbing orifice where her warm, open channel was throbbing impatiently to receive attention. She hesitated for a moment, thinking that she shouldn't really be doing this, but she couldn't stand the pressure that was building deep in her belly. And suddenly with a deep helpless moan, she spread her legs out wide and propped her feet up on the wall next to her bed, keeping her thighs well apart. She stared down, watching with undisguised fascination as her fingers gradually parted the soft strands of pubic hair and drew the lips of her vagina gently apart, revealing the wet open slit running down to the tightly clenched cheeks of her buttocks.

She moistened her lips again and she could feel her heart begin to pound furiously as her eyes were glazed and staring unseeing at the ceiling.

She teased her forefinger along the exposed opening, pressing gently into the soft, wet skin. Her fingernail scratched delicately at the rising hardness of her clitoris, making the tactile piece of soft, pink flesh stand up boldly. Her middle finger meanwhile, slipped unobtrusively into the very center of her pulsing vagina, working its way insistently deeply into the warm, moist cavern.

She half closed her eyes, playing lingeringly with her aching cunt, tickling and wiggling her finger in and out of the tiny opening until her buttocks were twitching automatically in a clenching and unclenching rhythm. Her other hand wandered back to her full, white breasts, letting her fingers roll the supple flesh and pinch at the stiffened nipples. Her desire now had become almost uncontrollable. She recalled her sex experiences at school which had been so frustrating because of the close watch they kept on the girls and her urge to be satisfied mounted. Her fingers were now racing in and out of her vagina as she fingered herself with rising passion and desire. She wiggled her buttocks violently, thrusting her loins down upon the intruding, but maddening fingers. She wanted to be fulfilled… now! If only that were possible. Why hadn't she let Jimmy take her… why… why. She let herself be carried away on a tide of remembrance of his hands on her naked flesh, savoring each erotic memory, slowly increasing the tempo of her fingering until her fingers were flashing in and out of her aching cunt at a fever pitch of abandoned passion.

She panted desperately as the sensations in her tormented vagina building wildly to the breaking point. She could feel her ankles drumming helplessly on the wall, and she delved even more furiously into the tight pulsating orifice. Clenching her thumb and forefinger over the nipple of her breast she pinched hard, bruising the taut throbbing bud… pinching… pinching!

Suddenly she lay completely still poised for a split second on the brink of orgasm.

She tensed herself, tightening her muscles in violent, eclipsing contractions as she felt herself suddenly explode inside! She had never reached a climax before and she let herself writhe in complete and utter abandonment as she felt the warm wet fluids of passion bubbling around deep inside her.

She let out a long, heartfelt sigh of relief and slowly and gently withdrew her glistening fingers from the well of her vagina. The lips closed silently, gratefully together as the last of her passion juices seeped wetly between her fingers.

She closed her eyes, savoring the delicious after moments of her masturbation, and her fingers rested lightly on the hard mound of her pubic hair, playing softly with the intimate curls between her legs.

Hesitantly she got up from her bed, undressed and threw a thin robe carelessly around her shoulders and walked to the bathroom, still in a sex-satisfied daze. She stared at her self in the full length mirror in the bath, admiring the ripe, sensual curves of her body. She did not have the body of the average seventeen year old, she was much fuller, much more rounded, like that of a full grown woman, yet without the telltale wrinkles or sagging. Her skin was supple and porcelain, completely without blemish.

Since she was alone in this part of the house, she didn't bother to close the bathroom door and the overhead light from the hallway gave her a better view of her body. She had never felt so sure of herself, as though she were the first woman to ever experience such a climax and she swayed slightly as if to make-believe music as she looked and admired herself in the mirror. She was so enthralled with her movements and her new awakening that she didn't notice or hear the door open at the far end of the hall and close quietly behind another person… a man! She turned on the shower and bent to feel the water temperature before hopping in. The glass enclosure around the shower was clear so that she could watch herself as she washed, except for the slight steam from the hot water.

The man at the end of the hall moved slowly and quietly toward the bathroom, standing just far enough behind the open door so that he could see her in the shower, but she couldn't see him!

His heart was pounding and he could feel the bulge in his pajama bottoms become bigger and harder until in a matter of seconds it had reached full erectness. He let his hand go down and feel the stiff, pulsing rod as it jerked against the thin material. Slow down, he gloated silently to himself… wait for a few minutes and you will have complete satisfaction as you take this lovely, virginal girl. The thought of being inside her made it almost impossible for him to control himself, but he tried to concentrate on watching her wash herself, as if she were preparing herself for the sacrifice!

He gazed at the tight orifice of her bottom as she bent to soap her legs. She had long, full buttocks, very slender at the start under the slim waist, billowing out like a sail in the wind and rounding into perfect, round thighs. Her rear looked deep and enticing, the buttocks jutted nicely with a warm-looking dark cleavage which opened slightly as she bent forward to reveal the darker point of her tiny almost concealed anus. He watched the muscles of her thighs tensing as she soaped and they seemed to flow up and down in a continual motion of sensuality.

She straightened and turned a little. Her profile was remarkable! It wasn't often you got such a perfect woman. Her breasts were high and full, white mounds of firm, soft flesh and her belly was as flat as a board. She moved around a little more and he saw the light muscles of her stomach working as she soaped her pubic mound and the intimate folds of her vagina. His penis jerked involuntarily as he watched with lust-filled eyes. She was a picture of grace and symmetry – long-bodied, long-legged. She had delicately strong features and she reminded him of the first young girl he had ever had years ago, and now she would be had again! Except that he would be the first man to ever have her! He was certain of that!

He loosened the strings at the fly of his pajamas and pulled out his giant penis, stiff and throbbing and stroked it reflectively. Should he rush in and take her there on the bathroom rug, or wait a bit to savor the anticipation. He hesitated, his breath coming rapidly. He would wait. He took a last look at the long statue of silky, living flesh and ducked down the hall into one corner of her bedroom to wait for her to come out of the shower.

He waited impatiently, knowing that he would be the first man to penetrate her virginal body. He reflected on the scene he had witnessed in the barn between her and her boyfriend. She had pushed him away trying to save her virginity – but tonight, he would have her! He could just picture the look on her face as he would go toward her – the fear, the horror and the utter uselessness her struggles would be against him and his massive rod. He would hold her down unmercifully, let his hands wander all over that voluptuous body, knead her breasts until she wanted to scream out in pain and finally he would push his pulsing, gigantic prick up to the deepest depths of her belly, penetrating that thin membrane of her virginity and fuck her until she begged for him to stop. He could hardly wait for her to come out of the bathroom. His passion was at a fever pitch and his loins ached in anticipation. He had waited a long time to get at his niece and now the time had arrived.

It seemed like an hour, but he finally heard the shower turned off and her voice as she sang quietly to herself. Proud bitch, he thought to himself. Well, you won't be so proud when I'm through with you. I'm going to fuck the daylights out of you until no one else – especially that pious boyfriend of yours – will even want to look at you. Your body will be so bruised from passion that you won't want to see tomorrow's sunlight. These thoughts excited him beyond belief. She wouldn't dare tell anyone, either. She would be too scared and too ashamed! He laughed lewdly at this thought. This was going to be a night to remember.

She dried herself slowly, letting the towel rub sensually against her body. She could still feel a slight tingle between her legs and in the tightness of her nipples as she rubbed her breasts dry. She wanted to go back to the privacy of her room and masturbate again, but put this thought out of her mind. Am I turning into a sex-starved fiend, she mused and blushed softly! She had managed to fight down her desire in the barn, and had satisfied herself with her own hands and fingers and had protected her precious virginity. That was all that really mattered anyway!

Without bothering to put her robe back on she walked to her bedroom, strutting like a peacock, stretching her body with each step. She locked the door and lazily dropped on her bed, extending her naked sensual body out full length and closed her eyes to go to sleep. Suddenly, without actually realizing why, she sat straight up. She had a feeling that someone was watching her! She looked around the room and called out softly with bated breath. "Who's there?" When no answer came, she rationalized that it was just her guilty conscience and lay back on the pillow once again. Then she saw a movement! Her closet door was flung open and she was face to face with her uncle! She wanted to scream, but it seemed to stick in her throat and nothing but a dry, helpless rasp came out. "Hello, Christine," he laughed with an unmistakable gleam in his small beady eyes. "Expecting someone else? Your boyfriend, perhaps?"

She reached for the quilt at the end of the bed in an effort to cover her nakedness, but her uncle quickly grabbed it from her hands, leaving her completely exposed as he leered down at her, his eyes devouring every part of her soft, nude body.

Her eyes were wide with fright and she tried to think clearly, but the only things in her mind were her fear of her uncle, her hatred of him and her love for Jimmy.

"So you've been having a little affair with your boyfriend, have you? He's got class, hasn't he? Wouldn't take you in the barn tonight? You liked that, didn't you, you little tease? Don't try to lie to me, I saw the whole thing, you teasing little bitch!"

His desire had become sadistic now and he relished the look of fear that was frozen on her pretty face. She closed her eyes, trying to fight back the tears of terror that were starting, and he moved closer to her.

"Don't scream, my darling niece, or I'll have to gag you! I've watched you for a long time and now I'm going to have you… break you in right. I'll teach you a few things and some new tricks that you can go back and teach that young friend of yours!" He laughed menacingly as his hand reached out and grabbed one of her breasts cruelly.

"When I'm through with you, you won't be a virgin anywhere on your body. What do you think of that?"

She tried, once again, to scream, but his hand crashed hard across her face in warning and she knew that it would be useless to fight.

She turned towards him, the color drained from her face, the fight for composure lost in a second, everything given away.

His laugh was menacing, the edge of the snarl like a razor. He was not going to show her any mercy, she was sure of that!

"What has been going on between you two? What else besides what I saw in the barn tonight?" His voice had risen to a roar.

"Answer me, answer me!" he almost screamed, and with a second blow from his hand something snapped inside her. Her fear for this brute had continued so long that it was either going to be pent-up inside forever, or it would break into rebellion now!

"We love each other," she hurled back at him.

"Well, well – so you're in love. I wonder how much he will love you after I'm through with you?" He laughed cruelly again, almost spitting out the terrible words at her.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, his hands pinning her shoulders to the blanket. With one hand on her throat he let his other roam lustfully over the curves of her breasts, pinching her already sore nipples and over the firm flatness of her belly. His fingers slowly, teasingly, ran down the supple flesh of her thighs, running towards her knees on the outside of her leg and then tauntingly, slowly, yet demandingly up the inside of her legs, squeezing the plumpness of her thighs just below the pubis. She froze, her whole body stiffened under his repelling touch. Oh God! I can't let him do this to me, she thought, but she knew that it was already too late.

She opened her eyes slightly and she could see his massive prick sticking stiffly out from underneath his cotton pajamas. He was huge! His gigantic manhood was jerking up against his belly, the head was red and throbbing. He saw her look at his manhood and chuckled, "You like it? Be patient… you shall have it shortly. You shall have it everywhere!"

He wanted to hurt her, violently, to humiliate her. He wanted to rape her, to sink his penis into her, submit her painfully to him. He wanted to humiliate her in a way that would really bite deep so that she couldn't possibly imagine that it was a kind, patient lover between her legs.

He saw her body naked and prostrate, beautiful as he had imagined it from the brief spying in the shower. Without effort he pinioned her to the bed and stripped feverishly at his own clothing.

She lay back on the bed, frozen in horror, eyes almost closed, and her face bruised and aching from where he had slapped her. She knew he was going to take her and the thought made her sick, but she felt too weak to move, too feeble to resist.

He came at her, his mouth in a fleshy snarl, his eyes crazy. His penis was taut, throbbing. It looked like an enormous bud bursting into blossom on the end of a thick, woody stem.

She wished that he would rape her and get it over with, but he was having the time of his life sadistically taunting her this way. Once again, his hand moved over her breasts, kneading and pinching mercilessly while his other hand cupped over the soft pubic hair between her legs. His fingers worked slowly, demandingly through the soft down spreading the lips of her cringing pussy until he found the flesh of her clitoris. He rubbed it cruelly until it stood up involuntarily from the obscene teasing.

"See, you do like it, you little bitch," he hissed. She could say nothing, as this terrible unwanted sensation rippled through her body.

His forefinger continued to rub her clitoris while his other fingers searched for the tight, virginal slit of her vagina. He found it and pushed and prodded at the soft, fleshy lips of her cunt and eased one finger in slowly… teasingly. She writhed helplessly under his touch, moaning hopelessly and trying to avoid his fingering, but he just pushed harder until his finger slipped wetly into the moist, warm cavern between her legs. He could feel the walls of her vagina cling tight around his finger and he teased it slowly within her, trying to force the juices of love from her. It was a natural reaction and he wanted her to be completely wet and open when he did ram it into her. Finally, he inserted another finger into her vagina. They would hardly fit she was so tight. God, she's going to be a good screw, he thought lewdly. She's so fucking tight! She cried out softly in pain as he continued his intrusion, and worked his fingers around and around inside her stretching cunt. She could not get away from him. She wanted to be sick, she couldn't stand the thought of his huge penis, penetrating her. His two fingers were too big for her to take – what in the world would she do when he finally did impale her with that monster protruding out from his belly!

With his two fingers deeply imbedded inside her vagina, he could feel a shudder run through her whole body and hear her whimper in a muffled moaning sound. He moved his fingers around inside against the jelly-like surface of her tight, restrictive cunt, reaching right up to the high arch deep inside where it ran into her cervix.

She squirmed and writhed with desperate energy, but he held her fast, and, at one furious point, he steadied her by clutching one hand around her bare waist, feeling how he could squeeze and crush her, perhaps snap the top half of her from the bottom at that brittle junction. He moved forward and pinned her writhing body tightly down into the squeaking mattress.

Struggling would do no good, she realized that, but yet she felt that she had to at least try to protect herself. The weight of his body over her and the pressure of his searching, probing hands made it all but useless and she could feel his strong erection as it jerked against the flesh of the inside of her thigh. She knew that he was going to take her… now! His breath was as rapid as a dog in heat and she waited in helpless horror for the dreadful humiliation that she was going to have to endure at the hands of her lust-crazed uncle.

She felt him move his pulsing penis higher up between her thighs and she gritted her teeth, trying to fight back the urge to be sick. She felt it probing, slipping at her between his guiding fingers. It felt massive… entirely too big to ever fit into her virginal slit.

God, it's impossible… it won't fit… it can't go in… it's impossible! she thought, but as the thoughts were racing through her mind she could feel him slowly, agonizingly slowly forcing his way into the tight, unyielding hole. She could sense her body screeching in every pore as he tried to enter her, to take away her precious virginity.

Her stretching vagina felt as if it were a raw wound, a raw sensitive wound being both soothed and stimulated by an alien pressure which was a result of his depraved cruel attack.

A groan spiraled out from the very depths of his chest, exploding from his mouth and resounding from what seemed to be every corner of the room. She wasn't sure whether the noises were entirely his or whether she was screaming aloud in her pain and humiliation.

Her vagina ached as the throbbing head of his penis pushed harder and harder against the elastic ring of her womb. Then, with one gigantic effort he threw back his head in an insane jerk of his hips and let his loins carry themselves forward at the whimpering girl. His lust-starved prick flooded into her like a great tide, bursting and smashing all before it, deeper and deeper into and through the thin membrane of her maidenhead until his pelvis smashed hard against the roundness of her buttocks. He felt the fleshy orbs flattening like a nose against a window pane as he squirmed his loins tight down between her spread thighs. He wanted to humiliate her, hurt her, make her pay for having such a young, innocent, but teasing body. He had wanted her for a long time and now he was taking her. His head flopped forward and he placed his hands convulsively on the girl's shoulders, drawing them up her back as he thrust and thrust again deeper and deeper into her cunt. He drew them with savoring deliberation down her back and held her waist for a second and then clasped her hips so that his fingers fit into the crease of her thighs and loins and his thumbs reached out for each other against her buttocks. He pulled the cheeks of her ass hard back against his onrush and held his prick inside her to its fullest extent while he revolved his hips around and around, scraping the tender, aching walls of her vagina with its giant blood-filled head.

"Aaaaggggghhhhh… nnnnooooo. Stop, please stop. I can't stand it." She groaned, the pain almost too much for her to bear. Her virginity had been split wide asunder, she was no longer the pure young innocent girl of yesterday and this animal of a man was rocking back and forth on top of her fucking into her like a stallion gone mad.

Her own uncle…

She wanted to cry out her desperate hate, but she could feel herself slipping into the pleasant euphoria of a faint as his huge penis battered deeper and deeper into her belly.

He lowered his eyes and watched his moist, throbbing prick, moist along its whole length from her involuntary secretions and a slight trickling of blood as he rammed again and again into her. He saw the ragged pink edges of her flesh drawing back with it and swallowing it whole again like the lips of a child sliding hungrily over an over-sized candy sucker. His eyes dimmed at the obscene sight and with a deep throated groan he began to establish a powerful rhythm of thrust and withdrawal, bruising her buttocks with his loins at every inthrust, clasping her thighs and crushing them back at every withdrawal.

The breath began to wheeze in his throat and he spread her thighs further apart, unaware that she was lying a dead weight under his punishment. He flattened her body even further into the mattress with the weight of his arms and shoulders. She was like the sacrificial offering of the virgin to some fleshy God. She was a source of pleasure on which he could vent his every sexual whim. His head tingled and his penis throbbed and enlarged and its very tip seemed to be pierced with steel blades. He felt a great exhilarating sense of power with her body helpless beneath him like this and he lunged at her open crotch with all the strength of his loins and all the muscular reflex of his thighs. He wanted to split her right up to her navel, to force from her screams of anguish and latent pleasure, to lose his whole body, the whole of his loins in her belly.

He heard slight whimpers, strangled groans come from her mouth each one cut short by the stabbing overlap of another with each pile driving entry he made into the elastic, stretching tunnel of her vagina.

He felt the softness of her cervix with the tip of his penis as he screwed his hips against her and he could feel the solid, dammed-up weight of the flood-tide building in his loins.

He began to pant even harder and his head rolled back and forth, sweat running into his eyes. He was grunting like a pig as he continued the inhuman battering against the walls of her vagina. He thrust harder and harder at her until she was buffeted forward against the headboard and she moaned with pain with every movement. He felt his punishing prick, his impaling phallus grow thicker and thicker to the point of bursting and the great flood tremble at the dam. He tensed his buttocks, scratching his nails along the skin of her back and with every forward surge he trembled from his heels to his wildly swaying testicles.

He ground and scratched at her brutally and cruelly, his passion soaring to a fever pitch. There was no holding himself back now, he had to empty himself completely inside this young helpless girl… this young helpless niece of his that he had wanted to crawl on top of for so many years. He could feel her begin to regain her consciousness and her body begin to squirm under him, moaning in helpless immobility. Her movements incited him more and he thrust harder between her wide-spread thighs, ramming his cock up inside her into the deepest, secret recesses of her belly. He groaned in painful ecstasy, the pain from holding back, until he could stand it no longer. His whole body shuddered and tensed in a long taut curve as the roaring flood of hot, white semen broke loose and rushed into her in boiling profusion through his thick, hard cock to shatter out into her cunt like a raging torrent of thick white cream.

Christine lay helpless, unable to move as she felt him erupting inside her, spurting his lewd, sperm deep into the hidden corners of her vagina and filling her belly almost to the bursting point with the hot, slippery liquid.

Oh God, he's going to make me pregnant! He's going to make me pregnant! The thought flickered half consciously through her dazed and tortured mind. She tried to squirm away again but there wasn't the slightest hope of escape now and there was nothing left but to lie passively beneath him as he throbbed the remaining store of his passion deep up inside her.

Finally, after a seeming eternity of this ultimate humiliation, her uncle grunted and slipped his cock wetly out from between her thighs letting it lie for a long minute against the inner softness of her leg. She could feel him looking down at her tear-stained face and in her dazed state of mind finding herself hoping he had had enough and would steal away quietly to leave her alone in her misery and shame.

But, he did not move and the horrible realization that perhaps it had all just begun brought a quiver of fear through her battered and ravished body.

Oh God, what more could he do? Wasn't her virginity and all the honor she possessed enough?