Shortly, it began to rain and Madeleine walked aimlessly in it. She had taken a cab to M. Girarde's office rather than to drive and have to search out a parking place in downtown traffic, and now in the aftermath of the degrading incident the Ministre Of Gouvernment had subjected her to, she found herself wandering erratically along hardly familiar streets, the summer downpour nearly soaking her.
Dear God, in all of her young life she had never felt so despondent… so all alone as she did at that very moment. Where could she turn? She had no one… absolutely no one. There was no way she could approach Antoine, or unburden her soul to him, and subconsciously she had been aware of this all along, which was undoubtedly the reason she had not done so already; he would never understand… never forgive her. She realized this to be a certainty, now, for the first time. And M. Girarde, whom she had misjudged entirely, he, too, was a vile beast, without the slightest touch of compassion in his heart, God, she was destitute for sympathy or a helping hand, and she must see her baby… she must, or lose her mind altogether!
So… there remained but one course… Uncle Gaston. Dear God! Could she do it? She remembered the little ogre's words: "You be 'nice' to me and I'll get your kid back for you… make Antoine accept it… Girarde is a nothing… a Ministre Of Gouvernment, but a nothing. I'll get the child. I swear it… if you're 'nice' to me…"
Oh God… have mercy on me, she thought as she felt the warmth of her tears even in the midst of the rain drops brushing down her cheeks, and then, she raised her arm at the oncoming cab and signaled it over to the curb.
"So, you finally decided to come," Gaston Larreau smirked broadly at his adopted nephew's wife standing in the doorway of his elegant, if, compact little downtown hideaway. "Took a bit of time for you to make up your mind, eh?" He chuckled, a certain licentious note prevalent in the sound. "Well…? Don't stand there, come inside. You look like a half drowned rat. What the hell've you been doing, crawling in the gutter?"
With downward cast eyes, Madeleine entered and felt a cold little chill ripple along her spine as he closed the door behind her and locked it securely. But she didn't look at him; she couldn't as yet. Again she heard him snigger deep in his throat.
"You better get those clothes off," he said matter-of-factly. "You must be soaked to that pretty soft skin of yours. Wouldn't want you catching a cold on my account, eh? Antoine would never forgive me." This time, he laughed loudly.
She stood with her back to him, yet to speak her first word since he'd answered her ring, and now he walked up to her, slipping one arm around her waist affectionately, then letting his hand slide down over the full round line of her hip and back to smooth over her buttocks as he bent forward to peek up into her face. She felt her flesh cringe and grow taut to his touch beneath the clinging wet garments, and she steeled herself to keep from bolting and screaming.
"Ah, chere, I see you've taken a more sensible outlook on things today," he said, leering up at her. "Not quite to my expectations… but passable, temporarily. Now… why don't you run into the bedroom and undress so that we can get these clothes dry. You'll find a choice of feminine wear to your liking… but don't overdue it, ma chere, eh? After all, you won't be needing it long." He laughed. "Now, go ahead while I mix us a drink…"
"U-Uncle Gaston… please… I-I…" Madeleine started, hesitantly, the fear and shame distorting her lovely face obviously even to him.
He surprised her then by taking her firm, pointed chin delicately in his pudgy hand and raising it. "Look, Cheri, don't be afraid. I'll protect you… and I'll get your baby for you, just as I promised last night, but… but you must be good to me," he said, moving in close to her, both arms encircling her while his hands cupped familiarly the full round orbs of her lush buttocks. Playfully, he squeezed, massaged and joggled them in his fat little hands, while a degrading sensation of incestuousness raced through her; then, he drew her tight to him, pressing his massive belly against her own flat one, his heavy thighs crowding hers, and the hardness of his obviously jerking member grinding into her pelvis. At equal height, his lips sought hers hungrily, and closing her eyes to shut out the sight, she suddenly felt his wet, open mouth ravenously suck in her soft lips, while his thick tongue brushed over them, then crashed brutally between them into her mouth and throat.
Madeleine didn't fight him; instead, just as she had closed her eyes to the sight of him, she now closed her mind to his actual existence and the despicable, nauseating things he was doing to her. One thought, and one thought alone filled her repulsive mind… Igat… her own little Igat…!
Dear God, forgive me… forgive me…
"Please…?" she managed at last, gently pushing back from him. "L-Let me get these… these wet things off…"
He backed away, smiling crookedly, displaying his gold teeth. "Oui, oui, but hurry, chere, I think it's about ready to burst a blood vessel, eh?" He laughed obscenely and watched her walk quickly into the bedroom, closing the door. He called after her: "I'll mix us a drink…"
Madeleine lay back against the closed door, her hand immediately going to cover her face as a sob burst from her throat. Her mind suddenly raced backward in time to a similar horror in her life in a shabby little motel at Riviere du Loup and a chilling sliminess crept over her, causing her whole body to tremble repugnantly. Mother of God! She couldn't go through with it! She just couldn't…! There was no way…! Yet, even as her tormented mind churned in painful turmoil, she was unzipping her dress from behind and stepping out of it… choking back little convulsive gasps as she lifted her slip over her head… whimpering to herself while simultaneously she stepped out of her shoes, then, rolled her pantyhose down over her lush round hips and buttocks, finally lowering herself to the bed where she could more easily slide them along the long white columns of her legs… and the tears continued to dribble in fine rivulets down her lovely cheeks. She stood, then, and reaching behind with both hands, unhooked her bra to let it slip away and reveal her trembling, full, erect breasts, while a cool rush of air brushed over them causing their tiny nipples to tauten of their own volition. She emitted one last little sob as she stared at the reflection of her soft, naked, voluptuousness in the full-length wall-mirror, realizing suddenly that her natural instinct had been the superior force dominating and guiding her hands… that all other self protecting emotions were subservient to this most natural of inborn proclivities… and abruptly she raised her chin in a gesture of defiance, her deep dark eyes leaping to life with a sparkling glint of determination… She could and would do anything to get her Igat back! Nothing or no one else mattered… especially herself! Yes, she could and she would…!
The door opened suddenly and Uncle Gaston entered, drinks in his hands, only to stop short as he gaped in breathtaken dazzlement at the magnificent splendor of her unexpected nakedness before him.
Madeleine, hardly use to even the thought of her determined, if, artificial sang-froid, fell backward a step with the shock, grabbing up her sheer slip to hold it protectively in front of her beneath her chin.
"Jesus Christ!" Uncle Gaston gasped. His mouth hung open as if hinged, his little colorless eyes beading excitedly as they fell to the almost completely exposed delightful extremities of her rounded soft white thighs and tapering calves below the short silken garment she held raised protectively. "Y-You're beautiful, Cheri… Goddamn…! Beautiful…!"
Madeleine couldn't speak; she stared at him in immediate wild-eyed confusion, the first waves of shame and fear taking precedent over all else, and then, as he slowly began to move toward her, she automatically retreated… forgetting that only the bed lay strategically behind her.
The drinks in his hands forgotten, Larreau set them on a table, never taking his hungry, lecherous eyes from her. Spontaneously, his thick tongue darted out to lick at his dry, rubbery lips as he continued to close slowly in on her.
In near terror now, Madeleine's eyes screamed her fright at him while her brain raced in wild chaos as she backed ever closer to the bed, her head beginning to wag negatively, causing her still damp, long raven tresses to brush about her shoulders in mild frenzy. At last, a word formed on her lips and she blurted it out: "N-No…! No…! No…!"
Larreau was already breathing heavily while his eyes devoured the outlined contours behind the clinging, almost gossamery slip she held in front of her, a flickering sight of black, silken, pubic hair at the joined apex between her thighs briefly catching his eye her every backward step. Again, he ran his tongue over his lips.
"Be nice," he hissed, "That's all, Cheri… just be nice… like we agreed, eh…? Everything'll be all right… I swear it will… Maybe… maybe, you'll even like it if you give yourself a chance… I'll be gentle… and… and you be nice… okay…?"
"Oh… Oh God! U-Uncle Gaston… God Almighty, I can't…! Oh please, I just can't…!" She let out a scream of surprise then, the edge of the bed catching her behind the knees and she fell backward, her legs spreading apart as she lost her balance, the delectable sight of the tight pink slit in her sparse, hair-lined loins sending a licentious charge of lust jolting through him and quickly he forced his knees between her scissored thighs, clutching at them so that she could not slither or roll away from him while he knelt upright above her.
Madeleine let off a choking gasp and clung insanely to the slip that covered her breasts and stomach, entirely unaware that her crotch was completely exposed to him, and she continued to toss her head wildly in her fear and shame as abruptly, she realized the hopelessly entrapped position she was in.
"Oh God, stop! Stop it this minute!" she cried, futilely attempting to squirm from beneath him. "You can't…! I won't let you! Mother of God, think of Antoine, Uncle Gaston…!"
"And you think of your kid!" he shot at her.
"I know… I know… but there must be some other way…"
"There's no other Goddamned way!" he spat viciously. "I'm going to fuck you, damn your luscious young ass! I'm going to bury my cock in that tight little pussy hole of yours if it's the last thing I ever do, you hear me?"
Madeleine froze beneath him. Her mouth fell open loosely, her eyes glazing behind the blur of her tears as the horrid filth he had spewed caused a wave of loathing horror to surge through her. And then, she felt his fat, sweaty little hand with unbelievable tenderness sliding along the white, satiny smooth flesh of her inner-thigh, and she cringed to its touch as it moved ever upward toward the dark fringed juncture where it brushed and pressed skillfully against the fleshy hair-lined lips of her sensitive vagina, causing an uncontrollable little moan to escape her.
"Ohhhhh, no, Uncle Gaston… no, no… it's wrong… so wrong…" she whimpered vainly.
Larreau ignored her pleas, hardly hearing her as with his other hand he gently tugged the covering of her slip from her reluctant grasp, his breath catching in his throat at the enthralling spectacle of her round, full breasts standing proud and firmly erect, their small ruby-like nipples distending from the unwanted manipulations of his hand between her thighs.
"There now, Cheri, that's better," he said, bending down for a closer look at the thin, pink, hairline split running the length of her open crotch through the ovaled milk-white spheres of her buttocks pressed tightly to the mattress. He sucked in his breath at the unbelievable sight before him, her little agonized moan of degradation falling on deaf ears. He'd fucked and raped many luscious young creatures, but never anything like this; never anyone so tender, so lovely, so proud. The mere thought of her helpless, involuntary moans of pleasure tumbling from those soft red lips taunted his prick into a stone hardness. He could feel the blood pounding almost painfully into its massive, expanded head; he felt the small thick drops of seminal fluid already seeping from the sensitive glans at its tip, smearing wetly against his thigh. Christ, his own nephew's wife! Just the incestuous thought was inspiring a form of sadistic delight such as he'd never known before, initiating an actual ache in his cock… until he was forced to open the fly of his trousers to ease the pain. Then, using thumbs pressed to either side of her fleshy, hair-shadowed cunt-lips, he tenderly spread the vertical aperture until its moist, pink loveliness flowered open to him, and his mouth fell agape at its sparkling jewel-like majesty. He felt her warm, soft, inner-thighs quiver uncontrollably to the backs of his hands and heard her breath hitch deep down in her gasping throat, followed by a half-choking moan.
Madeleine, her shame and degradation even greater with the sudden realization that his depraved manipulations at her sensitive genitals were causing incredulous prurient sensations to tingle unwantedly through her, moaned aloud in emotional agony and an unbelievable growing sensual desire; tiny electric-like shocks began to ripple along the satiny flesh of her legs, and she again squirmed her buttocks down into the softness of the bed, her moan dissolving into a near helpless whimper as his fingers taunted the moist slit of her tender vagina.
Oh God, no… no! It's wrong… wrong! I can't let him do these things to me… Dear God! Please… no… nooooo…
Expertly, Larreau leaned even closer into her delightful naked loins, and with the tip of his tongue opened the soft and delicate inner petals enshrining her clitoris. He felt the erotic shock of his oral touch surge through her convulsively.
"Oooohhhh, Mother of God! What are you doing?" Madeleine gasped, jerking her head erect to stare down with gaping eyes between her proud, rotund breasts at his lowered, balding head buried in her crotch. Then, his colorless little eyes were looking up over the sparsely silken, hair-covered mound and smiling at her sadistically. "Ooohhh, Mon Dieu!" she gasped and twitched as his hot, moist lips closed over the soft mound there at the base of her belly in plain sight. Then, once more, his entire face disappeared from her view into the soft fleece between the thighs he was raising upward and pressing back toward her breasts while he planted wet, taunting kisses on the closed thin furrow, his tongue flicking lizard-like at the now quivering opening.
Madeleine gasped with a breathless, almost hissing sound beneath his tantalizing abuse, her elbows pressed tightly against her ribs and her head rolling from side to side in utter desperation as suddenly, his hot searing tongue shot out, its soft flicking tip circling her pulsing erected clitoris.
Oh dear God!
The lips sucked, drawing the warm, soft folds deep into the cavern of his gently biting mouth, while his tongue continued its maddening licking against the urgent pink smoothness of her now opened sex.
Antoine! Antoine! Mon Dieu, help me, Cheri!
She felt the hot gushes of his breath graze her sensitive, secret flesh and she moaned aloud in her shame, her head still raised; she caught at her breath as she heard him grunt, then felt the full length of his long, hot tongue slide wetly up into her disgraced, palpitating vagina.
"Ohhhh, please… no, don't! Not even Antoine has ever done that to me. Blessed Mother… I beg you, stop, please… please… Oooohhhh!"
Her body responded automatically, jerking with convulsive lurches, loud groans emitting from her chest as her buttocks ground again and again downward in an effort to escape the bestial outrage he was committing upon her defenseless genitals. Her stomach churned in veritable repulsion and she wailed loathingly as his tongue slithered in and out of her unwanting pussy in wild animallike fury.
"Damn you! Damn you!" she groaned in her debased humiliation and to Larreau's delight, as her head began to wag insanely while she kept it raised in disbelieving horror to watch his violent assault. She couldn't believe it! She couldn't! Yet, she knew it was happening as she felt his long, seething tongue race up into her unreceptive, yet rapidly dilating cunt. "Ohhhhh, dear Jesus… please, Uncle Gaston… I beg you… stop… stop," she pleaded feebly in her degraded shame as unwanted twinges of vile pleasure began to pervade her whole body from his depraved animallike tonguing of her moist, quivering slit.
Larreau worked hungrily, feeling the soft, wet, pubic hair brushing his cheeks tauntingly. He had completely opened the front of his pants, pushing them and the silk shorts beneath them, down, and now he slowly massaged the heavy thick foreskin back and forth over the jerking head as he continued spearing his hot, flicking tongue deep into her cunt. When he had first laid eyes on her the day Antoine had brought her home, he knew then that he'd have her for his own pleasure, but he'd never dreamed it would be such a simple coup, such an enrapturing, satisfying seduction… and now, here she lay, squirming wantonly beneath his tongue and completely at his mercy… yet to realize how much she was loving it… but that would come… that would come, and soon… he was confident of it.
He let his hands slip up over her smooth, flat belly to the full, firm flesh of her nipple-hardened breasts, cupping and squeezing them teasingly while his mouth and tongue performed lasciviously at the wide-spread split down between her legs with wet, obscene sucking sounds that filled the room, and again, Madeleine saw his eyes locked sadistically on her defiled, tormented face, waiting for her total surrender to his vile debasement of her pride and morals as well as her betraying body.
She clenched her small hands into fists, her arms drawn back so that her hands were nearly touching her shoulders, as were her knees near touching her throbbing breasts, her entire, vibrant, naked flesh steeled against the perverted abuse he was forcing her helpless body to endure. She was trapped; there was nothing she could do; he could have his way with her, but she would never allow herself to willingly submit… never! Never! She had to fight him, if only in the subjugation of her defenseless body, she thought, as he continued to suck insanely at her crotch, trying desperately to keep her brain from acknowledging the wild, blissful sensations coursing maddeningly through her every vein, muscle and cord from his carnally depraved, oral outrage.
Vaguely, she recalled the few times Antoine had started to make love to her this way, and how she had immediately stopped him because M. Keel had ran his tongue up through her and she'd never forgotten the depraved ecstasy of such love… had Antoine only been a man and insisted. Truly, she had never known such enrapturing delight… but she must keep control of herself…! She mustn't give herself to this debauched, incestuous pig who was humiliating her beyond her wildest imagination… when there was absolutely nothing she could do but lie beneath him and accept whatever degradation he chose to inflict upon her! Oh dear God! My Antoine… forgive me my darling…! Oh…! Oooohhh…!
Her groans drove Larreau's tongue faster and faster as it worked its way up and down the throbbing, pulsing lips of her tortured cunt. Yes, yes! She was going to beg and plead for his cock before he was finished with her. Even now, she was hotter than most women ever dreamed of getting, but she was inwardly still trying to fight it. He could almost laugh aloud… if his tongue and mouth weren't so damned occupied. Fight it, bitch! You're too far beyond the point already to struggle against anything I decide to do… and I can conceive weird, erotic approaches and positions we might try upon your lovely docile, desire-wracked body… and very, very soon.
He could not keep from gloating as suddenly her hands were toying about his head, her long fingers caressing it while moans continued to emit from her incessantly. And then, all of a sudden, she was no longer toying but clutching as the moans tumbled from her lips in a rhythmic chant, her head rolling from side to side… and then, she was clawing at his naked scalp, grasping at his ears in an attempt to guide his face to the small palpitating opening of her vagina. He plunged his tongue into the soft hair-rimmed flesh, taunting it momentarily, then quickly withdrawing it to tantalize the ragged pink edges.
She cried out in her confused need and clutched at him, forcefully pressing his mouth directly over the tight little hole in her squirming crotch.
Once more, he complied, ramming his tongue deep down into it, rounding his lips and covering the clasping viscous opening to bring a low guttural groan from this lovely creature whose warm soft thighs were closing spasmodically around either side of his head. He could feel the wet, velvety cuntal-flesh slip moistly around his long extended tongue as the delicate walls of her invaded vagina opened and closed in an unmistakable hungry sucking motion, attempting to draw his tongue deeper and deeper into it. It seemed to him that the nibbling, hair-lined pussy was suddenly endeavoring with a separate lust of its own to extract his tongue by the roots and devour it entirely. Her heels began to involuntarily push down against his back, pressing his obese body into the soft, quivering flesh trap between her wide-spread, uptilted legs. His nose was tight against her trembling clitoris and with every inhalation he sensed the poignant aromas of her ever increasing lustful, lubricious state. Christ! Its delicate piquancy was driving his cock to an impossible hardness, an erection that was near-aching and throbbing with the ferocity of an exposed nerve in a tooth. He had to fuck the little bitch soon, else, he was certain, his balls would blow apart!
Madeleine's voluptuously naked body was completely swept up in the enchanting rapture overwhelming her. Her brain whirled in tormented delight as hazily she realized that she was rapidly losing all physical control beneath this lewd and depraved outrage Antoine's own uncle was committing upon the most secret places at her crotch. Every muscle of her sex-incited being was tensed as she strained her hips upward toward the maddening debauchery between her legs.
Oh Antoine… my love… my darling… I'm lost… lost! He has mesmerized me! I cannot stop now… I can't… I can't! If only you had been the first, my darling… Oh, why didn't you tell me it was like this! Ooohhh… Oooohhh… Oooohhh…! I… I think I'm going to… to burst with ecstasy…!
And then, thoughts of Antoine licking and thrusting his tongue up into her warm, waiting cuntal passage excited her even more. Her drawnup legs opened and closed around the tormenting head controlling the ravenous, slashing tongue that was licking at her passion-seared hole. The cords of her neck stood out in strained relief as she clawed and pulled at his head savagely, splaying her shapely long legs out wider and wider to the sides, allowing him greater access.
Her body had deserted her; it was his to do with as he pleased; Madeleine realized this with debased certainty as he slipped his hands beneath her quivering buttocks and pulled them up to him with brutal authority. They jerked and spasmed of their own volition beneath the plunging tongue sending wild erotic jolts of never-before experienced sensations surging through her love-neglected body. And then, suddenly, she felt his tongue flick from her vagina downward toward the solemnly private little puckered hole of her anus. She stiffened… wanted to scream… but instead she moaned in rapture at the surprising, wet, seething contact of his pleasure-giving tongue with the forbidden, sensitive orifice. She closed her eyes and licked at her lips in the sensual delight racing wildly through her body.
Responsively, she cried: "Oh don't… don't, Uncle Gaston… Mon Dieu!" even as she rolled her hips and tried to screw her taunted rectum back onto his stiff probing tongue.
Larreau could stand it no longer. Suddenly, he knelt up and tore the clothes from his grotesque body while she lay beneath him with closed eyes and tossing head, helpless mewls and whimpers erupting from her throat constantly as she awaited his next move with almost ungovernable impatience. His cock jerked and throbbed insanely. He grabbed her flailing legs behind the knees, thrusting them roughly back against her shoulders, slithering his squat, corpulent body up her sweat-coated flesh simultaneously. His rigid, cavorting prick brushed teasingly against the wetness of her sparse, soft pubic hair. He splayed his pudgy hands beside both of her shoulders and forced her legs up and back until her ankles were locked obscenely behind his neck. He gaped down between their bodies and saw her upturned crotch and the magnificence of her ivory-white buttocks completely exposed to him.
The expanded, narrow cunt-slit was visibly throbbing, the wet, coral furrow held wide apart by the pressure of his thighs tightly up against her own.
"Now, my little Cheri, I'm going to fuck you," Larreau said down to her, a lewd smile twisting his round, evil face. "Oui… I'm going to fuck and fuck you until that little cunt of yours screams for mercy, eh?"
Madeleine lay beneath him in a sensuously hypnotic state, her eyes fixed on the movements of his ugly mouth spouting the obscene words at her, their vile salaciousness echoing excitingly against the walls of her erotically steeped brain, even as she still fought feebly to control this gradual subjugation of her mind. Her body had betrayed her, but she must somehow maintain control of her wits. Oh, dear God in heaven…! It's useless; useless!
She could feel the fleshy hugeness of his lust-hardened cock lying the full length of her open, quivering vaginal slit. The jerking, rubbery head of his cock lay palpitating between her wide-spread buttocks, insinuating itself in a rising and falling, sawing motion, a maddening tease that caused her to grind her hips down toward it, her agonized pussy searching hungrily for its turgid blood-filled tip.
My God! I've got to have it inside me! My body is screaming for its hot, throbbing hardness! Oh, Antoine… Antoine… forgive me… but I must have it inside me! Must! Must! Must!
In a near frenzy, Madeleine groped with her hands beneath the cheeks of her raised ass to grasp the unbelievable length of his rock-hard shaft. She gasped in awe as her fingers encircled it, unable to go fully around it, and momentarily a little spasm of fright trickled through her, but then her tightly closed hands began caressing it tenderly… almost reverently, and she sensed its convulsive jerk against her soft palms, and the viscid fluid that oozed in droplets from its lust-inflated head. She maneuvered it up the vale separating the soft, full, vibrant moons of her buttocks, never allowing it to lose contact with her flesh, and then she adjusted it between the ravenously lubricated lips of her voracious vagina. She held it in place with one hand while the other clutched at his hip in her effort to pull it into her, that it might satisfy the gnawing, hot, lust burning all the way into her belly.
Larreau could not resist the temptation to taunt as she began to squirm and writhe beneath him, lifting her magnificent sparsely-haired loins up toward the bulging head of his prick that lay with only its tip inside the moist, fleshy lips of her cunt, even though he had all he could do to keep from plunging into her, but his sadistic desire to torment couldn't be denied. Shortly, he'd empty his load of white, hot sperm into her steaming hole, but at the moment, he must taunt her… and he did… listening to her pleading moans to be taken… watching her beautiful, almost virginal ass twist and jerk in its craving beneath him… Then, he flicked his hips forward.
Madeleine winced audibly as she felt the lips around her throbbing vagina forced open. Its elastic rimmed tightness resisted momentarily, then gave way before the sharp, brutal pressure. The sudden, unexpected agony shattered her ecstatic sensations with the finality of a well-placed bullet and mechanically she found herself trying to resist the penetration, squealing a throaty wail at the same time.
Gaston Larreau reveled in that. Her painful cries sent sadistic chills of delight surging through him. But they were not enough; he wanted to hear her scream for mercy! He couldn't endure the waiting any longer! He rammed into her with a brutal thrust of his hips, a momentary, contemptuous thought of his nephew dancing through his brain as he sunk his lust-hardened cock all the way in to his pelvis, his sperm-bloated balls slapping resoundingly against her twitching anus while she ground her frantically squirming buttocks down violently into the mattress in her attempt to escape the cruel, instantaneous impalement.
She screamed! Her legs jerked out wide on either side of his amorphous bulk and kicked, toes curling futilely, in the air.
"Jesus, God! Noooo! You're splitting me apart! Stop! Please…!" Madeleine choked, her naked, white, curvaceous body pinned helplessly to the bed as though empierced there by a great blunt-headed stake, and she quickly learned that with her every resistant jerk the massive head burrowed deeper and deeper into her.
The little czar's outstretched arms pinioned her tightly beneath him, while his wide-spread knees held her thighs apart to their near fullest extent. She was certain that her soft, tender body was being ripped from her navel to her anus and she'd die right there from this giant cudgel imbedded deep, deep in her sensitive vagina. The burning, pole-like shaft felt as though it would burst through her entrails and into her throat as its swollen head battered hard against her cervix, jarring and scrambling the thoughts in her brain as the monstrous thing pummeled into her.
Larreau gaped at her from above with a licentious smirk twisting his ugly features. Mon Dieu! In his lifetime he couldn't remember a more fulfilling seduction. His own adopted nephew's wife! Once more, the mere incestuous thought elated him… and this wouldn't be the end… not by a damned sight! There would be more such occasions… many, many more… God, yes! He looked at her innocent young face, contorted now from the viciousness of his first fiendish stab. Delightful! Delightful! He must train her well… teach her to suck him and submit occasionally to the belt. Oui, oui… the belt! Striping that magnificent ass… ahhhh! He grinned widely as her lips curled back from her white, even teeth, incoherent whimpers emitting from the depths of her throat. Her arms were outstretched between them, palms against his hips, and he chuckled as he watched her attempting to hold back the blunt, hard knob pressing against the tiny mouth of her womb like a great heavy stone.
Suffer, you little bitch, he thought sadistically as he held her pinned helplessly in the obscene, humiliating position. He glanced down once more to see his curly graying pubic hair entangled tightly with her own silken, raven strands, the base of his thick fleshy cock barely showing from its submerged depths in her pink, throbbing cunt… the very same hole that his tongue had licked to moist, craving receptiveness only a few moments before. He could see the tight, hair-lined lips stretched almost to the ripping point, the spongy, outer coral rim clasping tightly about the white skinned origin of his massive prick.
He smiled again to himself, holding her there for a moment, savoring the spectacle of her beautiful impaled loveliness speared helplessly beneath him, with his heavy prick sunk deep in her smooth white belly. Damn! He wished her husband, the stupid parasite punk, could see her now, spread-eagle beneath his crime-boss uncle! Maybe, he wouldn't think he was too good for his dear old Uncle Gaston, then, eh… too good and too smart for the man who had taken him in, raised and educated him? Ah no, Gaston Larreau wasn't fooled by the young smart-ass's glib tongue or pretensive ways… not by a damned sight. The little punk blamed him for his parents' death and he was certain of that. Antoine would sell him out in a minute if he knew how… and if he dared… but he'd never have that chance… any more than this luscious little cochon would ever get away from him again… But how he wished her cockroach husband could see her now, screaming and yelling beneath him. Mon Dieu! What pleasure that would bring him…
Madeleine squirmed helplessly beneath him. Her ecstasy of only moments before had left her, giving way to the searing pain his brutal weapon had introduced into her loins and sent racing madly through her whole body. She couldn't think logically with the splitting agony of it; nothing mattered but the torment that was immediately absorbing her. He moved but slightly and she could feel the searching hot pain of his inhuman shaft tearing cruelly at her insides from between her legs. She flexed her vaginal muscles tightly together in an attempt to hold off the huge, invading spears, but the throb of her internal sinews seemed to incite the fleshy monster and it plowed its way deeper and deeper into her vainly resisting channel. She felt the walls of her cringing cunt clasp around it like a gloved hand. She sensed its every spongy ridge as her nerve-ends transmitted its enormous form in minute detail to her tormented brain.
Mother of God! Its growing inside me!
The hard, rubbery tip pressed relentlessly against her cervix, the ridged blood-engorged tissues along its length, the tickling hairs of his bloated balls in the wide-spread crevice of her ass, were all suddenly a part of her. She had become one with it, and in spite of her pain her tongue snaked out to lick almost masochistically at her dry lips. Abruptly, the pungent odors of their coupling stung her flaring nostrils, even as his throbbing cock lodged deeper into her soft, white belly. She must be losing her mind entirely… for in heaven's name there had never been anything like this before… and maybe never again… only this very moment! God forgive her! Antoine forgive her! Igat… yes, yes, Igat! She was doing it for Igat! Now she remembered as her cunt contracted involuntarily around the magnificent breadth and length of his great prick buried to the hilt inside her suddenly wanting belly…
Larreau felt, then, the slight fluttering pressure exerted against his aching prick. He'd waited patiently for it, knowing from experience that it would come. He hovered motionless above her prostrate form, waiting, waiting, knowing that eventually she would become accustomed to his bulky presence submerged in her vagina… and she had: her whimpers of pain lessened and the obese little Frenchman began a slow revolving motion with his pelvis, grinding his cock tightly into her naked crotch, expanding the still cringing walls of her channel until her whimpers became whining little mewls that she couldn't seem to contain.
"Oh," she moaned through clenched teeth.
Larreau waited a moment, then flexed once more as he watched her face beneath him. Her mouth fell limply open, her eyes clenched tightly shut.
"Ooaaaaahhhhh," she gasped, then held her breath as the buried cock expanded more, stretching the narrow passage walls ever apart.
He chuckled lewdly and flexed again, setting a deliberate teasing rhythm to his throbs. He watched her nostrils flaring to the tempo. At last, soft purling sounds of rapture escaped from her open mouth in cadence with his provoking ministrations.
"Oh… oh… ohhh… Oui… Oui…" she moaned.
He sensed her urgent answering throbs begin around the head of his cock. Her moist, clasping channel had begun a soft opening and closing as it swallowed around his pulsating rod of flesh. He didn't move, but continued the spaced, tantalizing prick-flexing inside the impaled girl beneath him. Then, he lowered his lips to wetly kiss hers and her whole body began to twitch and writhe under him as she groaned incessantly up into his mouth, thrusting her tongue with sudden complete abandon deep into his throat. Low hums of passionate, servile acceptance came in torrents from deep in her chest, her beautiful face twisting with re-incited erotic passion, her neck straining as a light film of sweat formed on her forehead under the now disheveled, long raven hair. He drew his lips away and her head began to loll from side to side, while her hips began a slow uncontrollable undulation around his vibrating prick. Suddenly, her hungry nibbling cunt screwed itself up tighter against his hair-covered pelvis and he was forced to clench his teeth tightly in an effort to control his threatening climax.
There was no longer pain, Madeleine reasoned hazily. Her body, of its own volition, was responding. A maddening electric-like tingle had burst into existence inside her cunt and spiraled through every nerve of her vibrant flesh… and she never wanted it to end.
Larreau grazed his hands down her sides and slid them beneath the soft, satiny spheres of her moving buttocks. They reacted with a flexing motion to his touch, oozing around his fingers as he pressed his hands tightly into them. He hauled her tighter to his loins and felt her drawing her thighs back a little more, the moist, lubricated hole of her cunt flowering open in reception of his cock to greater and greater depths. The cords in her neck and thighs were taut with her desire as she writhed in under him from the enormity of her building sensations.
"So, Cheri, tell me now… is it good, eh?" he hissed down at her.
"Ooooohhh… Ooohhhhh," she groaned with closed eyes, not wanting to acknowledge his question.
He ceased all motion then and said: "Maybe, you would have me stop?"
Her deep dark eyes burst open to plead up at him. "Oh… Ooohhh, no, no… s'il vous plait, M'sieu'… Mon Dieu!"
"You don't want me to stop, then, eh?" he said, grinning lasciviously. "You like my big cock in your cunt want me to fuck you is that right?"
"Oooohhh… oui, oui…" she whimpered in shame, aware now that all control, both physical and mental, had left her, the vile sound of the lewd words increasing her excitement even more so.
"Then, beg me, Cheri! Beg your Uncle Gaston to fuck your little cunt-hole!" he taunted wickedly, at the same time grinding his shaft once more into her moist, vibrant pussy.
Even in this sensually wanton state she had come to, Madeleine's subconscious struggled. Oh… it was wrong, wrong… so wrong! Yet, she wanted it… had to have it now! Once more, she tossed her head from side to side, her face twisted in her mental anguish. Everything decent thought inside her rebelled and shrank from this vile command… excluding her throbbing loins, and therein lay her heart and soul at that very moment. She bit at her lower lip until she tasted the saltiness of her own blood, then felt the tears spilling down her cheeks.
"So? Beg me, damn you!" Larreau snarled, digging his fingers cruelly into the softness of her smooth, white ass-cheeks. "Now! I say! Beg! Beg! Beg!"
"Ooohhh, oui, oui… I beg you… I beg… you…"
"Say it! Say fuck me, Uncle Gaston! Fuck my little cunt-hole with your big, beautiful cock! Hurry, say it!"
"Oooohhh, Mon Dieu… Oui… oui… Fuck me, Uncle Gaston…"
"The rest! Say the rest!"
"F-Fuck my little… cunt-hole w-with your big, beautiful cock! Oh… oui! Fuck me… fuck me!" she stammered, then blurted the words, the sudden thought of her own lips spewing such obscenities for the first time in her life sending a new licentious thrill swirling through her, and she began to revolve her hips in lewd circles around his thick, rigid cock lustfully, her vagina dilating in tempo to its rhythmic pulsing.
"Ah, oui… you're going to be a good pupil, ma chere," the elated, ugly little man crooned as she whined passionately up at him. "And I'll teach you all of the beauty of fucking and sucking, eh? Make you happy like this all of the time… It is beautiful, no?"
"Oh… oh, oui, oui! Beautiful… beautiful…! Please… don't ever stop!"
Larreau chuckled in evil delight. He said: "As you wish, ma chere, I won't stop, but you must learn to work harder, eh?"
Immediately, he sensed her response as might an eager student to his teacher; he felt her pelvis begin screwing up against the length of his colossal lead-hard rod, the tiny contracting muscles within her cunt nibbling hungrily at the inflated head. The dilated lips of her hair-lined coral slit pulled maddeningly away, slipping moistly down the shaft for several inches, then munched their way back up, buffering her soft, shadowy-down tightly against his own pubic hair, embedding the full length of him deep into her warm, white belly. He remained unmoving, resting above her with his hands splayed on either side of her shoulders, his knees pressed tight to the mattress. He let her quaking body ride up and down at will on his rigid cock that bridged them together.
He watched intensely its slow withdrawal between them, extracting thin ridges of her pink flesh out with it as she screwed her buttocks down into the mattress, then pushing the velvety, coral folds back into her as the glistening length was absorbing deep into the palpitating, salacious hole. He let her strain against him for awhile, watching the utter abandon of her efforts, a dazed, ecstatic smile playing around her lips. Damn, he thought, she was going to make an excellent pupil, and then he began to fuck into her, sawing gently and rhythmically with his mighty cock. He grinned to himself as she began to whimper in cadence with his thrusts, and he felt the slap of his balls against the tight, unprotected crevice of her anus. Christ, what a delightful creature! She overwhelmed him! His brain raced wildly. It was time for further education… education and subjugation of his nephew's lovely little wife…!
Madeleine rolled her head in delighted, unequivocal bliss, the last twinges of pain long gone from her passion-filled body, her legs on either side of his thick impaling cock quivering and twitching spasmodically in unrestraint, as her tongue slithered in and out of his ugly mouth in an oral fucking semblance, while velvety sounds of rapture gurgled deep down in her throat. Never… never in her life had there been anything like this! From his sucking and licking of her cunt to this very moment with his huge cock penetrating the very mouth of her womb, filling her belly to complete capacity… and she learned that by tensing her thighs, straining the muscles and cords of her neck and back, writhing her loins up tight against him, that the intenseness of her ecstasy was almost deliciously unbearable.
Mon Dieu! She could not yet accept the thought that such magnificent sensations could come from lying beneath a man and being fucked against her will… from committing adultery… yet, it was true… it was true!
Larreau had begun to pummel into her with increasing force, lengthening his stroke as well as quickening it, drawing his heavy cock nearly out of the tight, moist sheath clasping at it hungrily, then plunging it into her upraised crotch until his balls whapped hard against the hairless, exposed puckered hole of her anus. His throbbing testicles ached as did his prick with the mounting, building pressure, building… forever building inside his bloated sac, and his head swam with his intensifying lust.
His hand slid down over the taut skin of her lasciviously undulating buttocks to the small crinkled hole nestled so unprotectedly there, and he felt her intake of breath as he fingered its soft, warm flexing movements while she labored passionately against his loins. A rivulet of warm, viscid fluid that had seeped from her straining pussy moistened it, and he taunted it intentionally before making his move.
"Ma chere," he whispered hoarsely into her ear, "now comes another treat for you. I am going to shove my finger right up your asshole… just as far as it'll go… like a miniature cock it will be, fucking you in the ass while my prick pounds into your cunt, eh?"
Madeleine struggled with her breathing, the erotic sensations produced by his lurid words and actions, the subjugating of her body to his every vile and lewd whim, causing even further masochistic raptures to sweep over her. She moaned aloud.
"Oooohhhh… Oui, oui… do it… do it!" she whimpered.
"Do what, my pet?" he prodded quickly. "What do you want me to do?"
"Oooohhh… your finger… Oui… put it in my asshole! Oui! Quick… I want you to do it I want you to!"
The little czar's naked head screamed with the lustful exhilaration she was causing to race wildly inside it. His massive prick felt as if it would burst before he ever squirted his semen into her. He fumbled with his thick finger at the round, tight, little puckered hole, then he pushed into it with a sudden, almost brutal thrust, feeling the soft, spongy orifice give before his assault.
"Agggghhhhh!" Madeleine gasped, the sound tumbling from her lips in painful protest as his cock pounded mercilessly into her.
He thrust further and harder, taking gloating pleasure in hearing her groans of subservient agony. She grunted and coughed, even as her cunt rode hungrily up and down his throbbing cock.
"Auggghhh… God!" she cried louder from his further outrage against her defenseless rectum, feeling him beginning to rotate the digit… gently at first, then more rapidly, until he'd sunk it all the way to the palm of his hand into the deep, rubbery warmth of her anal passage and she groaned uncontrollably beneath him.
Mother of Christ! Never had she known such pleasure-pain… nor such rapture, Madeleine thought. Agony issued from her tormented rectum… from his thick finger buried and moving inside it, even as algolagnic delight filled her loins and belly… and then the pain from his thrusting penetration began to subside as she grew accustomed to its thick presence… adding richer bliss to the pleasures spiraling through her, and she began to skewer her anus lasciviously back onto it at the same time as she strained to absorb his joy-giving cock inside her belly.
Larreau could barely control his lust any longer. His loins ached with his need for release and he rammed into her upturned cunt with growing fury. She had accepted his finger in her asshole with delight, and suddenly, he shoved a second one into the very depths, without benefit of gentleness causing her to scream beneath him. This was what he wanted! Scream cochon, scream! He wormed them both around inside the warm, spongy depths, feeling his own cock plunging in and out of her through the thin wall that separated her passages… until slowly, the wails of pain subsided, easing in to greater moans of pleasure as her anus became accustomed to the vicious, unnatural invasion he had subjected it to.
He grinned in triumph, then kissed her. She sucked at his tongue buried half into her throat as her rectum screwed back on his fingers and her legs raised higher to receive his thundering weapon while methodically, he probed around in the warm, rubbery channel. She was hopelessly impaled between his hard throbbing cock in her vagina and his fingers shoved tightly in her twitching rectum. And now, moaning and mewling beneath him, she began twisting and squealing wantonly under the dual ravishment of her loins. Her thrusts up against him became more urgent, her motions ever increasing, her small white teeth biting hard into her lower lip again as he continued the drubbing pillage of her asshole. He knew she was straining to come; the juices of her milking vagina were flowing like sap, and he could hear the wet sucking sound of the in and out sawing movement as she suddenly bolted sharply up his cock, taking it deep inside her, her back arched a foot off the bed, her feet planted flat on either side of his knees. She bucked against him wildly and he pulled his fingers from her rectum with a wet, hissing sound. She squirmed and skewered, raising a cry from her throat with every upthrust.
"Oh… Oooohhh… Mon Dieu! Oui… Oui! I-I'm comming, Uncle…! Oh Christ! I'm cummmmiinnngggg… Oooohhhh! Uncle Gaston…!"
Her body began to convulse uncontrollably, her cry choking in her throat. Torrents of warm, viscous fluid gushed from her open, jerking cunt, immersing his driving prick in its sticky heat and trickling obscenely down the crevice between her smooth, white buttocks, and on down over his balls pressed snugly against her wide-stretched anus.
Larreau continued to hammer into her, ramming harder and deeper, and as he felt her jerk, lurch, spasm wildly, the mouth and lips of her cunt sucking at his prick feverishly, her breath laboring in short deep gasps, he felt his own hot, thick sperm racing the length of his prick in stimulating ecstasy, racking his squat, obese bulk as it spurted from the tip of his cock far up into her soft, quivering belly. It jerked and spewed in never ending delight inside her and she ground her crotch up tight against its buried depth, her cuntal lips working like a gulping fish to suck the last of his hot, scalding sperm from his lust-bloated testicles.
The enrapturing bliss of his hot, white cum squirting into her raised an undeniable cry of enchantment from Madeleine. Her thighs quivered below and her belly quaked with the unleashed pool of pleasure he had emptied into her. She had never realized such joy could come from such a vile act… and especially with such a loathsome man… but it had; it had! She let her legs fall limp, while her heart pounded in her breast. Her body had been fulfilled, but now in the aftermath, her shame and degradation were creeping rapidly back over her in one vast all-consuming wave.
He collapsed atop of her, his great weight nearly crushing the breath from her, his thick, deflating penis still submerged deeply inside her quivering vagina. She rolled her head to one side in an effort to escape his foul gasping breath that she now noticed for the first time. She felt him flex his shrinking rod a last time, its dregs draining into her, and suddenly she wanted to scream and scream, but his massive body kept her from that…
Dear Jesus! What had she come to? Oh my God, Antoine… can you ever forgive me, my darling? But you see… I had nobody… nobody…! And my baby… my Igat… Oh, Mother of God…!
Madeleine could no longer hold back her tears and as they burst from her in choking sobs, Larreau rolled his squat bulk from her sated, if, battered, voluptuous young body. He managed to sit up and gape at her and she turned onto her side, her back to him, her lovely naked form shuddering in her weeping.
"So? What the hell is this all about?" he shot at her. "Was it that bad, eh? One minute you fuck like a hot little bitch in heat… the next, you're bawling as if you'd just lost your cherry. Look, Goddamnit, cut it out. Sniveling women make me sick…"
He lay his hand on her thigh and smoothed it up over the line of her hip to the hollow of one soft, white buttock. She flinched at his touch and shook her behind as if to shake it off. "Leave me alone! Damn you! Don't touch me anymore… ever! Ever, do you hear? Ever!"
She rolled onto her back to glare up at him through her tears and Larreau read the hatred in her enraged dark eyes. Momentarily, a little tingle of excitement rippled through him at the sight and his limp member gave a start. Christ, if he had the time, he thought… but there would be other occasions… yes, many, many more. He could wait.
"All right, ma chere, if that's the way you feel…" he said, shrugging his shoulders and getting to his feet from the bed, "you better get out of here. Get your clothes on and get out."
Madeleine stared at him. Already, she was sorry for what she had said; inasmuch as she had submitted to him because of his promise to help her get Igat from the Girardes. Dear God, she had sacrificed everything… her marriage vows, all claims to decency… and now to have it end all in vain…
He went to his clothes and began to dress, no longer noticing her, as if she was not in the room.
"I-I'm sorry, Uncle Gaston," she forced herself to apologize. "But… but… I've never done anything like that before, and when I realized…"
He jerked his head around to look at her, his ugly face twisting in a nasty grin. "What the hell are you saying… never done anything like that before? How about the kid, eh? What was that? An immaculate conception, Cheri?"
"B-But that was different! You don't understand…"
"They're all different," he snapped coldly. "Ask any woman. She never gives herself; she's always raped, eh? Like you just were. Raped. Always raped. Now tell me you didn't like it, Cheri… Go on, tell me that you hated my cock buried deep in that tight little pussy of yours… Well? Tell me… if you can."
Madeleine lay unmoving, her eyes fixed on his round, ugly face, his words registering slowly in her brain. Dear God, she couldn't honestly deny it! She'd loved it. He had aroused inside her what Antoine, her own husband, had never even come close to… a passion that had been near heavenly bliss itself… unwanted or not, he had done that… and then it abruptly occurred to her that the blame was not his, but her own, and the hatred she felt was not for him, but for her own self. She was the temptress, the one to be despised, the seductive animal who had come here of her own free will, just as she had gone with M. Keel for her own gain. But, Mother of God, she had done it for Igat… for Igat…
"Come on," he interrupted her self-condemning thoughts. "You better leave now. I've got business…"
"U-Uncle Gaston… I'm sorry," she said, slowly swinging her feet to the floor and sitting on the edge of the bed. "Please… please don't be angry with me. I-I did like it… honest."
"Humph…" Larreau grunted, pretending indifference, while inside he was elated with the way it was developing. He had her; she was his to play with as long as he liked, even though she hated him and he knew it, but it was the kid… she'd do anything to get back her kid. And he knew how to handle that, too; for if he did get her the child, it would be all over for him… she'd have nothing more to do with him. So…? He'd pretend… but do nothing.
"Are you angry with me, Uncle?"
"I'll get over it, Cheri."
"And… and you'll do what you promised… about Igat, I mean?" she asked as she started to dress.
"That will depend," he answered, matter-of-factly.
"Depend? On what, Uncle…?"
He was knotting his tie. He turned to smile at her. "On how you perform tomorrow."
Madeleine could hardly believe her ears. Her mouth fell open as she stared at him. She stood with only her panties covering her lovely body, her full and erect breasts thrusting forward proudly. She repeated in abject disbelief; "T-Tomorrow?"
"Of course, ma chere. Tomorrow… the next day, and the day after… whenever I so crave your tight little ass, eh?" He chuckled, slipped on his coat and walked slowly toward the door. "Now, hurry and dress. You must leave before my business appointment arrives, eh? We wouldn't want anyone to see you here and tell our dear Antoine, now, would we?" He opened the door and stood momentarily looking back at her. "You're lovely, ma chere," he said, licking at his lips. "Yours are the most beautiful tits I've ever seen… ah, oui. And tomorrow… tomorrow I'll teach you some new delights, eh?"
He closed the door silently while she stood gaping after him, his words and meaning filling her brain with sickening despair. Dear God, she was completely and hopelessly trapped in a snare of her own making, a web of horrible circumstances that she had helped weave around herself, and now she was with less chance of escape than ever.
Oh God, help me! Somebody, help me!
She sat back down on the edge of the bed and wept quietly into her hands.