"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.