On Monday morning, Art called into work from New York. An emergency, he told them… they would have to do without him somehow for at least a week! His sister was seriously ill and he was needed. From his hotel room overlooking 42nd Street, Art hung up the phone feeling doubly guilty for having said his sister was sick. He was superstitious about such things, and he issued a silent prayer that his sister who, as far as he knew, was perfectly healthy and living in Buffalo, would remain that way. Groggily, he examined the newspapers he had had sent up… the unfamiliar New York papers annoyed him though, and soon he went back to the paperback novel he had bought in the bus station. Whenever he had been in any kind of trouble, ever since he'd been a kid, he'd often responded by reading… anything he could get his hands on would do… and now was no exception. Desperately forcing his mental turmoil to the back of his head, he read with continued interest about a young man from the mid-west, arriving in New York, staying in a hotel room, much the same as the one he was in right now. It kept his mind occupied, and he could, as long as the book lasted anyway, keep from thinking about what had happened in his house on his wedding night.
Two hours later though when he had finished the book, Art was forced to remember the vivid image of his young daughter's tiny, almost hairless pussy suspended over his raging hard-on… then, still worse than that, he would see Dorothy, his own sweet wife, getting herself fucked silly by her own son Joe! He really believed that they were all prey to some family strain of sexual insanity, and with this disturbing thought, he got dressed and went out to prowl the streets of New York, still uncertain about what to do about anything.
Rosalie sat on her sofa as Nick helped himself to the expensive assortment of liquor he'd made sure she had in her liquor cabinet. She watched his large form as he maneuvered the glasses and the ice and thought about the fact that no matter how expensive his suits were, he never looked quite right in them. He'd been going on and on in a jolly expansive-mood ever since he arrived, telling her in considerable detail about what he and his buddy Don had done to his ex-wife Dorothy. She tried to listen with a perfectly natural expression, but inwardly, she was appalled. She remembered Don well, though, and she mused, as Nick belted back another martini, still chuckling to himself over Dorothy. Rosalie only hoped that Dorothy had managed to get a few moments of genuine pleasure from Don, the way she herself had the night Nick had brought him over to "play" with her.
Rosalie took the frosty glass that Nick poured for her, and reclining back against the pink silk pillows in her brand new snake print lounging pajamas, she tried to think about something pleasant, like a movie she'd seen about Italy. She longed to go there one day… and with customary optimism, she told herself that one day she would, meanwhile, she could imagine what it would be like… the fountains, the handsome Italian men… It would be wonderful, she knew.
As Nick sat down beside her, she was annoyed to have her revery broken by Nick's pronouncement before he reached for her.
"Next on the agenda is that little thirteen year old bitch Lee… that'll be harder… but worth the effort!"
Lee tip-toed into her Aunt Dot's room before leaving for school on Monday morning. She wanted to ask her if she'd like a cup of coffee. But she saw that Dorothy was sleeping so soundly that she decided not to awaken her. Evidently, she had had a restless evening, the young girl surmised, tossing and turning, judging from the way the bed looked! Poor Aunt Dot needed her sleep, she thought, as she closed the door. She herself had slept very well. After a short conference with Joe about their future plans, they had indulged in a brief, but thoroughly satisfying love-making, trying out a new position for them in which Joe sat on a chair while his 13 year old cousin sat upon his young virile penis. She remembered it now with pleasure as she caught up with him at the front door and the two of them headed toward the bus stop where they caught the bus together for school. They had decided to go along with Aunt Dot's request that they be like a normal family from now on. For the moment at least that was fine with them… they still had each other at least. But Joe and Lee knew deep down that one day in the not distant future Aunt Dot would come around to their way of thinking again… and Daddy too, if they were lucky!
"See you later, Aunt Dot," Lee called.
Dorothy looked up from the television set, her pretty features a little more drawn than usual. It had been three days now, and they had heard nothing from Art… not a word. In spite of the children's optimism about his return, she couldn't help worrying… and in addition, she had the added burden of her clandestine rape by her ex-husband and his friend, if you could call it that… a few nights before. She felt desperately alone and vulnerable. It was disturbing to realize that she could so wantonly respond to such a brutal and terrifying an act as the one Nick had perpetrated. But she struggled valiantly to keep it from the kids… she only wished that Art would come back… somehow it seemed as though everything would be all right, if only he were there to protect her from herself!
"Where are you going, Lee?" she asked absent-mindedly.
"Scout meeting…" Lee replied, adjusting her uniform in front of the hall mirror.
"Well… do you want to be picked up after?" Dorothy asked, noting that it was already dark outside.
"Naw… I'll walk… and maybe I'll stop by Ginger's house if that's OK."
"Why certainly, that's fine…" Dorothy said, cheering a little. She wanted to encourage Lee to be with little friends her own age… that way perhaps she could forget the precocious ways she had somehow fallen into. "Yes, that seems very nice…" she repeated.
"Okay…" Lee called, slipping out the door, "see you!" Dorothy turned back to the T.V. with a sigh.
Nick waited until he saw all the little girls leaving the Girl Scout meeting, and then he watched with great interest from his car as Lee and another girl separated from the group and walked along together. A few moments later, he was pleased to see that the other little girl turned the corner, and Lee continued walking alone in the direction of home. Gleefully, he started the car and slowly rolled down the street after her. At Rosalie's earlier, he had had three of his special boilermakers… and he was feeling no pain. He had seen from the newspaper clipping about the scout meeting, and just where and when they were held, and he'd been prepared to wait outside of many of them before getting a chance to see Lee. But it looked like he was in luck the first night! All he wanted to do was caress her a little, he told himself… he wouldn't do anything to hurt her… that would be dangerous. But he knew that once he got her alone he would get her to admit that she had deliberately trapped him into the little scene they'd had a few months ago just before her father came crashing through the door.
With a sudden burst of speed he pulled up directly in front of her… opening the door swiftly, he blocked off the sidewalk before her, and before she could even scream, he gathered her bodily into the car.
"Hi, honey!" he said breathlessly… working his way back behind the wheel…
"Uncle Nick!" Lee cried. "What on earth are you doing? Do you think you're in a gangster movie or something?" Lee's mind was working quickly. She was terrified, but she knew instinctively that it would be better to play it cool… Her uncle had already started up the car so fast that there was no way to jump out without being seriously hurt. Cautiously she glanced at him and saw that he had been drinking. Her heart pounded as she saw that they were headed away from her house, out toward where he and Aunt Dot used to lived. Valiantly, she told herself that she had gotten around Uncle Nick before by using her wits, and that she would hopefully be able to do it again. The last time, she had set about to deliberately seduce him when she knew that Daddy was coming home, just to precipitate Daddy's marrying Aunt Dot. But then, she and Joe had thought the whole thing out carefully. This time, she realized, she was at a decided disadvantage, and obviously Uncle Nick was the one who had been doing the thinking.
She tried not to show her fear though, realizing that that was just what Uncle Nick wanted, and when they pulled into the spacious driveway leading up to the big house, she suppressed a shiver of terror. The house was white and colonial in style, and quite cheerful during the day, but at night, without a single light on inside, and under the circumstances she found herself in, it looked distinctly ominous to young Lee. She hugged her short wool coat around her Girl Scout uniform, and wished with all her might that she hadn't gone to the meeting that night!
Nick pulled to a screeching halt in the garage after the automatic eye door opened to admit the Cadillac. The lights went on in the garage automatically too, and Lee looked around her with dismay. Chuckling, Nick got out of the car, and walked around to open the door for her. As Lee stepped out, she couldn't help smelling the alcohol odor that surrounded Uncle Nick, and noticing that he was looking at her in a mad, deranged way. Her skirt rode up as she swung her legs around to get out, and she hastily tried to cover up the small expanse of her skin that had been hungrily seized upon by her Uncle Nick's blood-shot eyes. The door slammed behind her, and Nick took her arm, gently but with a firmness that she could sense beneath the light touch. He steered her toward the door inside the garage, that led into the house, and soon, Lee found herself in the big living-room of the Rogers mansion.
"Well, here we are little girl!" Nick said, throwing his arms out and indicating the huge chandeliered room. His eyes twinkled a little as he carefully scrutinized the frightened 13 year old girl before him. If anything, she looked smaller than ever, and he wondered again whether or not she had been capable of plotting to undermine his marriage to Dorothy. Lee returned his stare, with the most innocent look she could muster, inquiring in a small voice, "Do you live here all alone now, Uncle Nick?"
"For the moment… that is until I sell the joint!" Nick replied, coming to life again… He needed another drink. "I… uh, just wanted to talk to you sweetie," he added, feeling that some kind of explanation was in order. "Talk to you in private, that is…"
"Yes…?" Lee asked, "What about?"
Nick was over at the bar now, a little bit amazed at what he had done… he had done it so suddenly… so easily, and now the girl was actually here in his living-room. There was a big difference between thinking about it and doing it, and he was a little frightened by his own audacity.
"Want a Coke… or something?" he asked.
"No, thanks, Uncle Nicky… but don't you think you ought to call Aunt Dot so she won't worry about where I am?"
Lee saw immediately that she had made a big mistake in mentioning Dorothy. Nick's face seemed to change completely before her eyes as the words sunk in, and once more he realized that Dorothy was now another man's wife… and largely due to the manipulating of this innocent looking but conniving little girl in front of him probably!
He remained silent, pouring himself a glass of gin and hurriedly drinking half of it while Lee watched. "Yes," he finally said, motioning her to the sofa, "we'll call her in a little while… but first… first… I want to talk about the last time you and I saw each other!"
Lee saw a glint of licentiousness enter Uncle Nick's eyes, and she trembled as she sat as far away from him as she could on the large tufted sofa. It was impossible for her not to remember how unpleasant it had been when Uncle Nick had touched her naked body. Even though she had had experiences before, nothing she had encountered before had been as distinctly disgusting as Uncle Nick's fingers playing around under her panties. She recalled his thick purplish cock and the way he had made her take it in her mouth… With a shudder, she realized that he must be thinking of the same thing now.
"Why don't we go upstairs…" Uncle Nick said almost absent-mindedly. "We can be more comfortable there." His hand brushed the front of his fly as he moved brusquely toward her, and Lee cringed backwards too frightened to MOVE!
Art arrived at the house late in the evening. He didn't quite know what to expect when he got there, but he knew that anything was better than enforced estrangement he had known in New York. It was certainly the loneliest city in the world as far as he was concerned, and his being there had done nothing to clear his mind. The only thing he could think of was that a headshrinker would be the next step for him… and the children too maybe, he just wasn't sure. He would have to play it by ear. Dead tired from the long uncomfortable bus trip down the turnpike, he slipped his key into the lock. The house was in a complete state of turmoil.
In tears, Dorothy threw herself at him, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck… She was crying and sobbing and near hysterics, and he couldn't make head or tails of what she was saying. Joe stood a short distance away, his normally ruddy features pale with anguish.
"It's Lee, Dad…" he said finally, bringing some sense to the whole scene. "She's missing!"
"Missing!!!" Art cried, "What do you mean missing?"
Dorothy managed to calm down somewhat and she filled Art in on Lee's scout meeting, and the fact that they had finally called her girlfriend's house, only to find that she had never gone there at all. They were on the verge of calling the police when Art arrived. Art sat down a second trying to assimilate the various bits of information that he'd been given. He looked at Dorothy who in spite of her disheveled state was still the best looking woman he'd ever seen. He realized that no matter what happened… he was desperately in love with her… and now with this new crisis, he needed her more than ever.
"Yes, the police…" he said dreamlike, "we'll have to call them!"
He stood and went toward the telephone, but just as he arrived there, and was trying to recall the special emergency number, the phone rang, nearly scaring him out of his wits.
He picked it up, half afraid of who would be on the other end, but hoping against hope that it would be Lee calling with some simple story of explanation.
A hesitant female voice came through the receiver: "Hello… is this little Lee's house?" she asked in a low voice.
"Yes, yes!" Art replied… "Do you know where she is?"
On the other end, Rosalie took a deep breath… so it was true, Nick had picked up the little girl after her meeting, just as he said he would before leaving her apartment. She had thought at first that he was just going on the way he usually did, but after he left, she became more and more alarmed at the possibility that Nick would actually harm the child in some drunken extreme of his. She knew the state he was in when he stumbled out of her building!
As the pause lengthened, Art began to scream into the phone: "Who is this… speak up… will you…? This is an emergency… if you know anything…"
"You don't know me…" Rosalie interrupted, "But I know you'd better get over to Nick Rogers' house right away…" she paused briefly, "And take the police!" she added, knowing that she was going to irrevocably change her own life by this one phone call, but no longer really cared. She was tired, and it would be good to never have to look at Nick Rogers again.
Art heard the click of the receiver at the other end, and realized that the woman had hung up. But now he knew he had to act quickly, and he swiftly dialed the police.
A few minutes later, at Dorothy's instructions, Lt. Jamison entered the locked Rogers house through the side entrance where there was always a key under the mat. He had insisted that the others remain outside the house while he went in. He was protected by the special warrant for entry, the department used in such cases, and besides, he didn't want the rest of them bungling around, especially if there might be some shooting involved.
He found the stairs easily, and started up them… there was a light on somewhere up ahead, and he followed it. As he drew closer he could already hear strange noises, and he realized that he was breaking out into a cold sweat as he moved silently along.
Further down the hall, Lee was tied to a big four poster bed, spread-eagled legs and arms tied to the corner posts, so that the moist glistening furrow of her tiny pussy was revealed. The soft, sparsely hair covered lips were wide spread and clearly visible… beneath nestled the shiny half-moons of her creamy young buttocks. Her face was a mask of something between fear and curiosity as she stared at something across the room. Then there was a low growl, and Nick Rogers' usually penned-up German shepherd moved forward at his master's urging. He had been in the kennel for far too long, and this new freedom was overtly exciting to him. That, plus the strong female odor that wafted through his nostrils… the sensual smell that came from the bed. Nick chuckled in his strange delirium as he saw Lee's eyes widen from the sight. The enormous dog panted over her, and then sniffed appreciatively between her forced apart legs.
Nothing Lee had been able to do had appeased Uncle Nick in his desire to revenge himself. She had watched him go into a complete state of madness, where no amount of pleading could make him let her go. Not content with merely attacking her sexually… that would come later… he told her, as he tied her up… his perverted mind had gone a step further and he'd thought of "Hero" out in the kennel. She had waited with growing alarm while he'd gone down to get the animal, and then had heard the soft padding of canine footsteps approaching the door, when Uncle Nick returned with him. And now the cold nuzzle of the dog's sniffing nose slid about in the warm opening of her sensitive little pussy. She tensed as much as possible trying with all her might to pull against the strong cords that held her legs wide apart… but all it seemed to do was increase the dog's excited nuzzling in her exposed young genitals. The thought of it being done to her by this huge animal while Uncle Nick watched almost sent her out of her mind, and little shivers of revulsion ran through her naked body.
"Please… Uncle Nick… Please…" she pleaded tensely, trying to control herself before she went completely to pieces. But the dog was now snaking his tongue in and out, and it licked wetly up and down her quivering little pussy, making her hair stand on end with the strange wet sensation. She squirmed her buttocks down, pressing deeper into the mattress trying to get away from the flickering tongue. But it slithered about and teased along the most sensitive portion of her open cunt, rubbing hard back and forth in a steady slurping, the sound of which alone was horrid. She gasped and shuddered and moaned in terror, but the dog continued his greedy exploration of her young secret genitals. Behind him, Nick chuckled and held onto his raging cock. He slipped the thick foreskin back and forth over the huge hardened head, and tugged it forward lewdly. "Fuck her, Hero…!" he cried impatiently. "Fuck her snooty little snatch!"
He moved forward, realizing that the animal would have to have help… and as Lee began groaning helplessly, he lay the lust-incited animal upon her, and helped it get to his haunches between her spread legs. The animal's paws pressed into Lee's tender skin, but worse than that, she could feel it begin a shuffling kind of lunging up against her… and down between her legs something hot and hard was poking at her cunt. The animal's thick fur covered her, his head reached just below her face and she desperately held her chin up to avoid being licked in the face as the animal continued his excited humping between her legs. Her mindless, blind groans and pleas to Uncle Nick echoed fiercely in her own ears as she felt the first tiny penetration of Hero's glistening scarlet penis. The thick shaft was actually slithering up into her tiny cunthole, guided by Uncle Nick's presence, and the animal seemed to be in ecstasy. Everything grew hazy around her as she felt it rising higher up into her trembling little belly and the weight of the dog grew heavier upon her small naked body… her little cunt was being spread, and stretched, but it was not as painful as she expected and strangely, tiny butterflies began a small tickling dance down between her open thighs. Her hips ground slowly, submissively upward, until the strain of it all became too much and she fainted dead away…
When he hurriedly approached the sounds of the groans and pants, and peered inside the open door, Lt. Jamison realized that, as he drew his gun, he had never in his entire life witnessed such a lewd, lust-inciting spectacle.