When Vanessa awoke the next morning, the sun was bright and a soft breeze blew in through the open window. Her body felt wonderfully alive and rested, and more sensual than was usual for her. Her nipples were sensitively erect and each time she moved, the sheets rubbed against her tits and delicious shivers ran through her body. At first it was lovely, but when she began to come into a state of full consciousness it was embarrassingly unpleasant for her.
And then she remembered! The dream. What an awful dream she had had. She looked up at the wall where the painting she had dreamt about hung. A chill went up her spine as she looked at it. No wonder it had caused a nightmare. But there was nothing sexual about the painting, though it was not very pleasant. It was just a painting, probably very old, of a blonde girl chained to a slab of marble, with many people gathered around watching. A bat hovered in the background.
Vanessa reminded herself comfortingly that it was quite normal to have bad dreams after the death of a loved one. And now, in the light of day, she felt hopeful. She would meet her uncle today and perhaps get to know him a bit. Maybe she would even see some of New York City – Rockefeller Center, the Statue of Liberty, the Empire State Building.
Then she made an important decision. She would not wear mourning today. It had been a month since mother had died and now it was time to resume life. For the first time since the day her mother died, she decided to wear white. She put on her lacy white bra and a white lace garter belt and panties. Then she walked to the closet and chose a pretty dress, cornflowers on a white background.
It made her feel better to be so cheerfully dressed. She went downstairs for breakfast. Uncle Aleister was seated at the breakfast table. For a moment, she felt a chill of horror as she remembered her dream the night before. But he was dressed in a reassuringly casual manner – a velour sweater and handsome tan pants. He was reading The New York Times.
"Good morning, my dear!" He greeted her cheerfully. "You look quite lovely this morning. You must have slept well."
Something in his tone of voice made her uncomfortable. She had the strangest feeling that somehow he knew what she had dreamed. But that was ridiculous! She was being very foolish.
"Good morning," she smiled, and sat down at the table. "Lily is a wonderful cook," he said. "What would you like for breakfast." She was very hungry and asked for juice, bacon and eggs, a muffin and coffee. When it arrived, Vanessa suffered another shock. The girl who had prepared it, the girl called Lily, looked exactly like the girl in her dream the night before!
"When you are finished," said Aleister, giving her no time to ponder this strange new fact, "you must allow me to show you the house. I am especially proud of the greenhouse that has been constructed on the top floor. My collection of orchids is one of the most renowned in the world. I believe it is even more impressive than Mr. Nero Wolfe's."
"Indeed?" she said. "Why, I would be delighted to see them."
"Yes," Aleister continued. "Forgive me if I have not expressed my sympathy to you over your mother's death. But I believe that death is not a cause for grieving. Birth and death, it is all part of the cycle of life. And each is beautiful in its own way."
The greenhouse was like nothing Vanessa had ever seen before. The sun beat down through the glass room and the atmosphere was heavy and redolent with the scent of the orchids. There were orchids everywhere, almost obscenely luscious in their size and beauty. And there were only orchids – no other flower, no other greenery. Vanessa found it quite odd too that they existed in every stage of life, from very young plants to orchids at the peak of bloom, to ones that had long since decayed.
"You can see, my dear niece," he said, "that the words I speak are the words I live by. I see beauty in all of life's processes. Are not the colors of decay as beautiful in their own way as those of youth?" he asked.
Vanessa must have looked puzzled, for he did not continue. "I spend a great deal of time here," he said. "For orchids contain in them the mystery of the female."
"It's quite lovely," she said, noticing with appreciation the manner in which it was furnished. There were several antique velvet chairs in the deep shade of burgundy her uncle seemed to favor. "But what kind of chair is that?" she asked pointing to an oddly shaped chair that seemed to partially recline.
"You must try it," said Aleister, in a tone that, for no apparent reason, sent a chill through Vanessa's body. "Go on," he encouraged her. "Don't be shy." She sat down in the chair and fought the angle of its incline for a moment, struggling to sit upright in it.
"Please, my dear niece," he said in a voice intended to inspire calm. "Lean back and relax." She leaned back in the chair though she remained wary, her muscles tense. "That's it. Just sink back into the lovely soft velvet," he murmured, his voice growing softer and more intimate.
"Relax, dear niece, relax." His tone now was almost hypnotic and Vanessa began to feel better. It was a wonderful chair, and it was such a relief after the strain of the past month, after the nightmares that disturbed her sleep the night before, to let it all go.
He was standing at the wall now and Vanessa was vaguely aware that he was near a wall-box of electrical switches. Then, suddenly she felt the touch of cool smooth metal. And before she realized what was happening her wrists and ankles were bound to the chair by steel clamps that had risen right out of the chair itself!
"Oh my God!" she breathed. "W-what on earth…?"
"My dear niece," said Aleister. "There's no need to grow panicked. Relax…"
She tried a false laugh of bravado. "This isn't funny uncle… I don't like it. Please, stop joking with me… let me go."
"This is no joke, my dear," he said.
Then suddenly, she began to struggle, but the more she tried to free herself the more the metal edges of the clamps cut into her flesh. Aleister just stood there and watched with an amused chuckle. "It's futile, my dear Vanessa," he said calmly. "You cannot escape from me."
"Please! Oh God… let me goooo! Let me goooo!" She grew more and more terrified with each passing moment. "You struggle now," he said, "but one day you will love it. Like Lily, the cook. She struggled once as you do, and now she would not think of living without me. She needs me – as you will need me."
"You're crazy! Oh God! You're mad!" And though she knew the futility of struggle her body still tried to get free. "You will worship me," he said. "I am your God and master." Now the poor young girl was speechless. It was the most tortured feeling Vanessa had ever known – to be unable to move. And she knew that a worse torture was yet to come.
The tone in his voice was changing, growing thick and strange. "You look so lovely, Vanessa. You are as beautiful as these orchids." He was walking toward her now, was standing over her as he had hovered over the girl in her dream, then his mouth was covering hers as he kissed her hard on the lips.
She jerked her head away from him. He only laughed. "Let me suck the nectar of your lips," he said, and once more bent to kiss her. "Ahhhhhh," he breathed. "Yes, you are a beauty." He stood back. Vanessa looked at him in stark terror as she realized he was about to take his clothes off. She tried to close her eyes.
He said to her menacingly, "Look at me, my dear. You must not look away." She was too frightened to disobey, and therefore, she stared as he took off his shirt, revealing a muscular if somewhat hairy chest. Then, her heart began to pound wildly as she saw him unzip his pants. Quickly, she turned her head away. "Look!" he commanded. "You must see the God you are to worship – the great God, Phallus!" He removed his pants and underwear and was standing before her now, stark naked, a huge red shaft of pulsating flesh jutting out from his loins. She shut her eyes again. She could not bear to look at such an obscene sight. Her heart was pounding wildly, but this time he did not make her look again.
She felt his fingers on her now, felt him unbuttoning her dress. There was nothing she could do to stop him. Her muscles were tight, her eyes clenched shut. It was the most awful feeling she had ever experienced. This man was her mother's brother! No wonder she had never spoken of him! He was monstrous, evil.
His fingers were unbuttoning the front of her cornflower dress, and her powerlessness to fight him made her feel sick. "Please," she whispered helplessly, tears streaming down her face. "Please… let me go… don't do this to me." And then he ripped the flimsy garment right off her shoulders, so it hung in tatters around her waist. "Oh God!" she screamed. It was some kind of nightmare!
In the same way, he tore her bra right off her body, exposing her tits – full and firm and round, their nipples puckered in the cool air. Her humiliation was enormous, and as her hands fought to cover her body, she was cut by the rim of the metal shackles.
"Don't struggle," he said. "It is much better for you if you don't." She was sweating now and her heart was beating with terror. She was bound to the chair, wearing nothing but her lacy white garter belt, her stockings and her little white bikini panties.
And in another swift motion, Aleister had torn off the panties. Never in her life had Vanessa been so utterly humiliated and there was nothing she could do to cover herself. She was bound to the chair, wearing only garter belt and stockings, and the dark hair of her pussy was fully exposed to his view.
"You're beautiful Vanessa," he murmured, "more beautiful even than I imagined." And indeed, she was an exquisite woman. Her legs were long and slender, the skin as clear as porcelain. And between her legs, bound at the ankles to the corners of the chair, he could see the lovely orchid petals of her virginal pussy.
"Oh God!" she screamed in terror. Once again she shut her eyes to the sight of his half-covered body, with the enormous menacing cock jutting out from his loins. She squirmed in terror, when again he covered her mouth with his, and forced his tongue into its smooth wetness. He began to suck on her tongue as if he would pull it out from the roots. And his hands rubbed hard against every inch of her fearfully tensed body. She heard him groan as his palm grazed the bud of her hard erect nipples, then traveled down the taut flatness of her belly, past the lacy fabric of her white garter belt, to the thick dark curls of pubic hair covering her cringing cunt.
He seemed to the young captive like some kind of bull on the rampage as he sadistically forced his hand between her thighs and pressed his outstretched finger into her pathetically terrified pussy. She tried to jerk her hips back to escape his probing finger, but the shackles and the angle of the chair made it impossible.
"Oh God! God! Please… pleeeeeeeease… let me go!" But he only laughed at her anguished cry and continued to insert his finger into her cunt.
Then to Vanessa's utter humiliation, her uncle clamped his mouth over her erect pink nipple and sucked it deep into his warm wet mouth, nipping at it with his teeth. "Oh God!" she breathed. Discouragement had changed her screams to whispers again. A tiny yelp of terror escaped her lips as she felt his throbbing cock press hotly into the soft white flesh of her thigh. She shut her eyes tightly and braced her body against this rape. Suddenly, she felt his thumb make contact with her clitoris. He continued to suck voraciously on the soft firm flesh of her tit.
When he had touched the sensitive nerve-ending of her clitoris, a tiny gasp escaped her lips and an unwanted sensation of pleasure danced up her spine and spread to every nerve ending in her poor, bound body. "Phallus is my God!" groaned Aleister. "And your pussy will worship at his throne."
His middle finger was fucking in and out of her moistening cunt now. Again and again she begged him to stop, but he seemed not to hear her anymore. Slowly, he moved his mouth down the flat plane of her belly, stopping at the exact point below her garter belt where her black pubic hair began. The shackles held her legs wide apart and now her Uncle Aleister was staring at the erotic sight of her glistening cunt with his finger fucking in and out of the still tightly resisting flesh. His eyes widened almost like a madman's as they devoured the exquisite sight of her defenseless and virginal pussy. And then, with a low groan, he bent to his knees before her.
"And the God Phallus worships at the temple of the virgin," he said. My God! Vanessa thought. He's mad. He's stark raving mad! Hot tears streamed down her face and her heart beat wildly. She was powerless to do anything but submit to him. Suddenly, she felt something make contact with her soft pussy flesh. Oh God! It was his tongue! Slowly, oh so slowly, he was running his tongue around and around in the soft petals of her cuntal lips.
A horrible shock ran through her body followed by powerful sensations she did not want – sensations like those she had felt last night watching the picture in that terribly strange dream she had had. "Please, please, please," she whispered, "Please… please… stop!"
But Uncle Aleister seemed oblivious now to her pleas. He was licking his tongue wetly across her succulent cuntal flesh, spreading her quivering pussy lips, then flicking upward to tease the tiny bud of her clitoris. Then, pushing his lips hard against her moistly throbbing cunt, he sucked at the sweet-tasting flesh and drew it up into his mouth. He felt her little clitoris hardening, and he began to nip at it, rolling it between his teeth, swirling his tongue over the quivering little pink bud.
Vanessa was suddenly astonished to hear a strange sound escape her lips. It was a groan of pleasure. Oh no! she thought. No! That sound didn't come from me! But it had. A confusing wave of pleasure was rippling through her helplessly bound body. Never in her life had she felt anything like this before. Her mind struggled to maintain its power over her body. But Uncle Aleister's tongue was working faster and faster up and down the length of her now hotly seeping pussy. She could feel the drops of obscene wetness running down the crevice between her nakedly quivering ass cheeks.
"Stop! Dear God! I beg you. Stop!" she cried out, her voice now a confused and anguished scream. But the sound of her tortured voice only excited Uncle Aleister even more. He could feel the pressure building in his cock as he fucked his tongue deeper up into his captive's virginal little pussy.
He was almost ready to start on the road to ecstasy, almost ready to place his cock at the entrance to her exquisite cunt. She was a beauty this one, more beautiful even than Lily had been when she had first come to him. He rammed his tongue still deeper into the unbelievable sweetness of her young pussy now, screwing it up into the throbbing hot passage until he felt the tight membrane of her maidenhood against the tip of his tongue. He licked now like a madman, first thrusting his tongue in her cunt, now pulling it out.
Yes, he thought. She protests now, but her pussy is hot and wet. I can feel her cunt walls clasping around my tongue.
Vanessa lay helplessly captive in the dark velvet chair, her arms and ankles clamped with smooth steel so that she could not even struggle against him. This demonic man, who called himself her uncle, licked furiously up into her pussy. She could not struggle, but she did not want to give in to him either. Yet she could not deny the lewd sensations swirling through her nakedly splayed cunt. More and more, one feeling was blocking every other feeling she had – and that was the feeling in her burning cunt and the hotly licking tongue that was beginning to drive her out of her mind.
And then she felt his warm mouth traveling once again up her belly until his mouth clamped hotly over hers. Now she was forced to taste her own sweet pussy juice from his lips and tongue. Then she felt his thick rigid cock pressing against her wetly heated cuntal opening.
Aleister's sperm-bloated balls were aching to be released now. He let out an almost inhuman cry as he felt the tight elastic mouth of her cunt give way and the hot spongy head of his cock pop inside her pussy lips. Oh God! thought Vanessa. His prick is so enormous – and I'm a virgin – it will surely injure me! Then he pressed forward just a little more, and she felt tiny pains flash up her spine. The pressure of his huge cock against her cuntal walls only forewarned of a worse pain to come.
Then, suddenly, he pushed forward with his hips, pushed right through her virginal membrane, feeling it give way as, with one hard lunge, his thick cock slipped inside the tight smooth sheath of her cunt.
"Aghhhhhhhhh! Owwwwwwwww!" she screamed around his impaling tongue as the pressure of his cock pounded through her body painfully. She felt as if she were stretched enormously yet there was no way she could get away from that huge cock. Never in her life had she felt such a painful pressure. She felt as if she might split in two.
Aleister's passion now was overwhelming. He lunged forward again driving his cock still further into the liquid depths of her cunt. "Owwwwwwwwwww! Arrrrghgggghhhhh!" she cried pathetically. But Aleister was immune to her pleas. Her tight cunt passage wrapped around him like a velvet glove, driving him nearly mad with lust.
"Unnnnnppppphhhhhhh! Pleeeeeeeeeease!" she screamed again. She felt as if she were being stretched to impossible proportions by his fucking cock and there was a throbbing pressure now throughout her entire body. There was no way in the world she could struggle against him. She could do nothing at all but give up. In her discouragement, all of her muscles began to relax. On the next stroke, he buried his huge cock all the way to the hilt in the incredible tightness of her cunt. This time she made no sound at all, only wept quietly in defeat.
Aleister pulled his hips back, taking his long cock out of her wet pussy so that only the thick spongy head remained inside. Then he fucked forward, driving the full length of it back into her aching womb. In and out he thrust, until the fucking took on its own primitive rhythm, his strokes growing stronger and stronger, faster and faster. His balls felt as if they would burst with hot pent-up sperm as he thrust deeply into her tightly clinging pussy walls.
Knowing there was nothing she could do to stop this horrible rape, Vanessa once again shut her eyes tight. At least, she thought, she wouldn't have to look at this terrible obscenity.
Then, suddenly, his huge shaft fucked into her with such force that her eyes flew open again. What she saw made her cringe in horror. She was looking down over the firm ripe mounds of her tits, over the erect buds of her nipples, to the point far below where their bodies were joined obscenely. His huge red cock, covered with slick wetness from her cunt, was fucking in and out of her with tremendous force and she could see her black pubic hairs grazing the length of his hot hard penis. His balls were slapping against her smooth white thighs. Dear God! His cock and balls looked monstrous, like some kind of evil creature torturing her captive flesh.
"Nooooooooooo! Oh Godddddd! Stopppp!" she screamed out, but it only seemed to egg Aleister on. He stroked harder and fucked deep inside of her, his battering movements opening her cunt as wide as he could. He was fucking with such force now that something very strange was happening to Vanessa. A strange and powerful excitement was growing throughout her body, but especially in her pussy. The tip of his cock was sending tiny but powerful thrills through her as it battered against her cervix, strange thrills that were at once painful and pleasurable.
And Aleister was half mad now with his own pleasure, because her young cunt felt so incredibly good wrapped tightly around his plunging cock. And he knew that soon he would explode in powerful orgasm.
Again, Vanessa shut her eyes tight in a desperate effort to erase reality – not only the reality of this rape, but the reality of the burning sensations which were growing in her womb. The harder and deeper this man fucked into her helplessly captive body, the stronger her own feelings were growing.
Though she hated to admit it to herself, the pain of his forced entry into her virginal pussy was now transformed into something that felt incredibly thrilling. And the harder he fucked into her, the more her body was overwhelmed with this strange pleasure/pain.
Aleister was fucking in and out of her like some crazed beast, obsessed now with the need to shoot his boiling load of cum deep inside her virginal belly. He could feel the hot sperm seething in his balls, tingling at the root of his cock as he fucked it to the hilt in her tight smooth pussy.
"You love it don't you," he cried out. "You love the God Phallus… worship him… worship him!" Oh God, thought Vanessa. He's totally insane. Yet so was she, insane now with this burning lust that raged inside of her, fires begging to be quenched. It was all leading somewhere, building to something, but she knew not what. And she hated him for making her feel this way.
"No," she cried. "No, I hate you… I hate you!" He could feel the sperm rising now in his cock as he battered her relentlessly. Vanessa's body was reeling with the sensations of his cock pounding her cunt, while her brain fought against the pleasure she was wantonly deriving from this obscene rape. His balls slapped heavily against her soft white ass and she felt his insanely lust-bloated cock growing to tremendous size as he battered her helplessly bound body.
Then suddenly, with an explosive force, his cock – swollen unbearably with built-up semen – exploding in orgasm. The hot white liquid shot into the captive girl like molten lava, bursting forth like an exploding cannon to flood the cavern of her now hotly churning pussy.
And suddenly, Vanessa, too, seemed to lose all control, "Aaaaaahhhhhh… Oooooohhhhh!" she moaned, almost feeling as if she were losing consciousness. She could not believe the intensity of the hot swirling sensations in her cunt as his cock jerked out its climax again and again inside her wildly excited pussy.
And then something unbelievable happened to her. Her body began to spasm and quake as a million firecrackers seemed to go off inside of her. Waves and waves of the most incredible pleasure she had ever experienced spread from the core of her pussy throughout her entire body. Her body seemed to explode forever, and she thought it might never end, feared that she might never be herself again. Then, slowly, it began to subside until she was still.
Suddenly, her body seemed to grow very cool and she was humiliatingly aware of her bound hands and ankles again. She lay pathetically shamed beneath this horrible, muscular, hairy man that had just raped her. She was a prisoner in his house now. And she knew with a chilling certainty, that other horrors lay in store for her. And she shivered in contemplation of what lay ahead.