The dark-haired orphan felt the dampness between her thighs grow greater, and she was horrified at the response she was having. This lewd and hideous scene was making her virginal pussy wet with lusting fluid. She had never felt this way before in her life!
Aleister fucked wildly now in and out of the poor blonde girl's horribly stretched cunt.
The soft folds of Vanessa's nightgown, that had fallen in between her legs, were making her tiny clitoris hard and tingly against the soft fabric. Flashing electric sensations coursed through her body and she felt as if every nerve in her were alive with excitement.
"Ooooohhhhh… ahhhhhh!" the captive blonde's head tossed from side to side and she moaned in crazed ecstasy as Aleister drove his cock in and out of her burning pussy. She was undulating her hips now, matching every stroke of his hotly fucking cock, and the fluid from her cunt was running freely down her inner thigh. She looked almost demonic as she worked her hips around and around the length of Aleister's cockshaft, trying hungrily to suck the juices from his sperm-heavy balls.
Aleister was fucking in and out of the girl's cunt with an ever-increasing tempo, his enormous cock growing larger and larger with his impending orgasm. The girl was grinding her hips around and around and groaning like a wounded animal.
"Fuck me… oh fuck me…" she cried again and again. "Fill me with cum… fill me with cummmm!"
Her blonde hair flew across her face as her head twisted back and forth and her huge tits danced on her chest as he buffeted her with harder and harder strokes. Vanessa had never seen anything like this before… had no idea what an orgasm was. To her, it looked as if the girl was going to go mad.
The dark-haired orphan stared hard now at the swaying motion of Aleister's balls as he rocked back and forth, fucking the girl mercilessly with his cock. The hair-covered sacs seemed to be filled with enormous weights.
Now Vanessa was overwhelmed with the desire to bring her hand to her own, wildly burning pussy – but again, she found that, though her body was wildly alive to sensations, she had no conscious control over it. Her hand would not obey her desire to stroke herself, and the insatiable fires raged unsatisfied between her young white thighs.
"Ooooooohhhhhhhh… ohhhhhhhh… fuck me! Fuck meeeeee! I'm cummmmiiiinnnngggggg! Ohhhhh… Godddddd!" The blonde girl was suddenly shaking and jerking wildly against the shackles that held her to the stone slab as she screamed out the first waves of her climax.
Vanessa saw too that Uncle Aleister shoved his cock still deeper up inside her wildly spasming pussy. She continued to scream and writhe, begging him to fill her cunt fill of cum. And Aleister obliged. With a deep groan, he thrust still deeper into her and suddenly his cock released the pent-up sperm from his balls. It began shooting hot blasts of searing hot cum deep up inside her still climaxing cunt.
"Ooooohhhhh! Ooooohhhhh! Aaaagggghhhhhh!" she shouted, her face a strange contorted mask of passion.
And those who stood around the couple were engaged in acts so vile and obscene that Vanessa thought she would die of shame in watching. The obscenely joined bodies spasmed in lewd unison as Aleister's cum filled her pussy, squirting in great explosive blasts from the tip of his enormous cock. Each hot blast was followed by a loud cry of pleasure from the blonde girl, and it seemed like he would never run dry. His ass cheeks flexed and unflexed in emphasis and his head was thrown back as he strained for the magnificent pleasure of his orgasm.
Vanessa felt as though something strange wanted to explode deep in her own hotly seeping pussy, for her body had grown wantonly excited from the scene before her eyes. She knew she had been drugged and surely that had something to do with this sharp excitement she was feeling in her cunt. If only she could touch herself, but she could not move her limbs, and it only made the fire in her cunt blaze still more powerfully.
As Uncle Aleister finished his orgasm, the scene before Vanessa's eyes began to fade. The figures seemed to grow paler and paler until they dissolved, leaving only the painting on the wall. Vanessa tried to see the picture as it really was, hanging once again inside its frame on the wall. But her vision was growing blurry and she couldn't make it out. And then, though she struggled to keep her eyes open, they felt very very heavy. They closed for a moment and she opened them, though with great effort. But she could not fight it. She fell into a deep and dreamless sleep.
CHAPTER THREE
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."