Uncle Bill

"So, any news of Haley?"

A moment's pause. "Nope, none whatsoever," said Uncle Bill.

I remained silent.

"She's only fifteen... I can't imagine who would do such a thing!"

One of the people in the discussion is the one who did it...

"It's already been three days... Is she all right?"

Of course she's not all right...

"Haley's such a sweet child... I really wonder what could have happened to her?"

Kidnapped and used as a sex slave, that's what...

Uncle Bill cleared his throat. "I'm sure Haley's all right... I love her like my own kid. I watched her grow up, and I'm not about to let anything happen to her."

Hypocrite!

A very uneasy silence. Then, a familiar male voice spoke. "Well then, I guess we'd better be going. Let us know immediately if there's any news..."

Dad! I tried to shout out to him. Dad! I'm here! Don't leave...

"Sure thing," Uncle Bill replied. Footsteps. The sound of a door closing. I fell silent again.

More footsteps. The sound of the basement door creaking open. I could not see anything, but the familiar stench of tobacco and liquor told me it was Uncle Bill.

"Nice try, Haley. They almost heard you."

I wriggled slightly. The hated ropes still bound me tightly to the rickety, smelly old bed, cutting into my wrists and ankles.

"You need... to be punished."

The blindfold tied around my eyes prevented me from seeing what he was about to do, but I soon found out: grubby hands pushed up my bikini top, revealing my breasts. I was helpless to do anything as Uncle Bill fondled my breasts, playing with my nipples, which started to stiffen, much to my chagrin...

"Nice jugs, Haley. It seems such a waste..."

All of a sudden, sharp blows from what felt like a whip rained down on my body. Uncle Bill was concentrating fire on my unprotected breasts. Pain shot through my body as I struggled wildly, pulling against the cursed ropes which still held me fast. My screams of pain were muffled by the cloth gag that was tied around my mouth.

As soon as it started, it ended. I started to sob, my tears staining the blindfold. My breasts felt like they were burning. Uncle Bill was on the bed now, straddling me. He grabbed my breasts.

"So, Haley. Have you learnt your lesson?"

I remained still.

"Answer me." He gave my right breast a sharp slap. I whimpered and nodded, still blindfolded and gagged.

"Little girls should be seen and not heard. Next time, when adults are talking, you do not make noise. Is that clear?"

I nodded again. He started to caress my breasts again. The feel of his hands on my flesh was strangely comforting compared to the whipping they had just endured.

"Believe me. Uncle Bill loves you very much. That's why Uncle Bill has to discipline you," he cooed as he continued to fondle me. I rolled my eyes, if there was such a thing as rolling one's eyes while blindfolded. A funny sensation was spreading through my body. My nipples were getting hard again - oh, the shame!

"See, you love Uncle Bill. Your body loves Uncle Bill so much..."

He tore off my blindfold. Through my teary, bloodshot eyes, I saw his ugly, stubble-covered face slowly zoom into focus. He was wearing only a pair of jeans, not even making an effort to cover up his paunchy frame, clearly a result of too many beers. And he was straddling me. I was bound and gagged, wearing only the bikini which I went to the beach in.

Three days ago.

That day, Uncle Bill had surprised me by showing up and offering to give me a lift home. I never made it home - instead, he drove me off the road, dragged me out of the car and into the woods, where he tied me to a tree and brutally raped me. Then, I was gagged, blindfolded, and thrown in the back set of his car and taken to his house, where he had a secret basement all ready for me...

"You're fifteen now, Haley... You're a young woman..."

Uncle Bill's voice jolted me back to reality. He had his hand under my bikini bottom, his fingers exploring me underneath. I writhed helplessly on the bed as he pushed one finger deep inside me.

"Do you love it when Uncle Bill does this?"

I shook my head as waves of pleasure washed over my almost-nude body, completely helpless to stop him having his way with me, my love tunnel starting to lubricate at his touch...

"Uncle Bill would really like to take off Haley's gag... but Uncle Bill doesn't trust Haley not to scream. So... this will have to do..."

He pulled down my bikini bottom. My eyes widened in shock and fear as he unzipped his jeans, pulling them down to reveal the huge, ugly thing which had taken my virginity only three days before.

"Remember, Uncle Bill loves you very much..."

He had said those very same words that fateful day, when he forced himself on me, my wrists lashed tightly to a tree trunk behind my back, my legs being forcibly spread apart by his flabby arms...

Upstairs, the doorbell rang as he was about to push his thing into me. Cursing and swearing, he started to zip up his jeans. "Coming!" he hollered, as he got up and reached for a nearby table. He pulled open a drawer.

His speech was slightly breathless. "Uncle Bill will be back later... This is to keep Haley happy so that Haley doesn't miss Uncle Bill..."

He held up a bright green dildo. My muffled cries of protest went unheeded as he pushed it deep into me. As he switched it on, spasms of pain and pleasure shot up my spine, intermingled with each other as the dildo started vibrating inside me...

"Uncle Bill knew Haley would like it." He pulled my bikini bottom back up, ensuring the dildo stayed where it should be. Leaving me still bound and gagged, he strode towards the door.

"Bye, Haley."

The door slammed, thrusting me back into darkness, the vibrator forcing itself deeper, working me helplessly towards orgasm... again and again...