The District Attorney's eyes were narrowed to slits. They took in the whole scene-his half-naked niece lying on her back with her nipples threatening to burn through her T-shirt, her legs in the air and a banana sticking out of her pussy. "How depraved!" he said, more to himself than to Mary. "How disgusting! You were watching yourself in the mirror, weren't you, you disgusting, sick little bitch?"
Mary shook her head. Her legs sank back to the bed. She felt washed out, weak, helpless.
"Don't lie to me!" her uncle roared. "You were watching yourself! While you played with yourself with a banana! My God, what a nauseating spectacle."
The girl was tugging frantically at the hem of her T-shirt as if trying to cover her naked pussy. Tears welled up in her fever-bright eyes. "No, no," she said pleadingly. "No, please, I'm sorry. I…"
"Shut up!" bellowed her uncle, striding to the bed. He yanked the banana out of her pussy with a wet sound and flung it across the room. "Good Lord! It's dripping wet!"
He shook the pungent, sticky cunt juice from his fingers. His face was twisted into a mask of rage.
Mary cringed away. She curled into the fetal position, but he grabbed her shoulder and jerked her upright.
He slapped her. Mary's head rocked back. Stinging tears filled her eyes.
"Damn you," her uncle hissed, his face inches from hers. "After all I've done for you, after the way I've tried to instill some values and decency in you, to find you in here like a sick, perverted whore!"
He slapped her again, then again backhanded. Her cheeks burned from the blows. "Please!" she sobbed. "Don't hit me! I wasn't – I didn't mean to…"
"Shut up!" her uncle ordered, hitting her with enough force to send her sprawling. She fell back, seeing stars.
Mary felt her wrist grabbed. Her uncle pulled her off the bed and dragged her to her feet. He slapped her on the ass, lifting her off the floor. Mary yelped and tried to escape.
It was a futile effort. Her uncle was six-foot three and gaunt, but he was strong. Much stronger than the cowering girl. Her heel-dragging and struggling was as useless as her free-flowing tears as he dragged her to the door.
With his free hand, the tall man was undoing his tie. "It's these filthy, corrupting modem times," he was saying under his breath, as though he were cursing. "The permissiveness is wining our society. Masturbating with a banana – ugh!"
His necktie undone, he caught hold of her other wrist and pulled both wrists together. The hysterical girl felt cool brass as her uncle looped the tie around and around her slender wrists. He was tying her to the doorknob!
"The Victorians had the proper remedy for self-abuse," Mary's uncle said, stepping back. He took off his suit coat and undid the top button of his conservative white shirt. "None of this nonsense about a healthy expression of adolescent sexual awareness. It's a sin, a dirty sick sin!"
The towering D.A. was breathing heavily. His hands shook as he undid his belt and slipped it off. Mary was standing bent over with her naked butt sticking out into the room.
"A dirty, disgusting, evil sin," the man intoned. He wrapped the belt once around his hand. "And it must be punished."
With a heave of his shoulders he hit the girl across her naked ass. The impact of leather on yielding white female flesh was like a gunshot.
"Punished!" Again the leather licked out like a tongue and wrapped around Mary's buttocks. She jerked. Her mouth was open in a shocked, soundless scream.
"Punished!" Smack! The belt slashed cruelly, leaving a third red line over the quivering demi-globes of assflesh.
"Eeeiiiaaahhh!" shrieked Mary.
Frantically she thrashed, trying to wiggle free of her bonds. Her butt burned with excruciating pain as a rain of blows fell on it. Her lovely face was contorted with fear and pain. What was happening to her?
Her uncle's face was twisted too. From rage his expression had turned into satisfaction. And as lie beat his niece's bare ass it changed again.
Slowly, the look on Herbert Castle's face turned into something very like lust.
He took a step back. He swung his arm and the belt wrapped around the top of a white thigh. Mary gave a short screech. "Vile, disgusting behavior," her uncle panted. He swung again, and the leather looped around the other thigh with a crack. "A perverted fascination for the genitalia. For your disgusting, dripping, pink-lipped… pink-lipped… cunt!"
The belt whistled in a vicious underhand. It smacked into her vulnerable, gaping pussy, the tip whipping up to cut into her belly.
Mary's scream was agonizing and heartfelt. She had never even imagined anything could hurt as much as having her pussy lips slashed with her uncle's belt did.
"Have to cure this fascination," the man gasped. He looked at the belt. There was a dark smear of cunt juice on the underside. He held it up, sniffed at it. "Vile!" he hissed, and hit her on the cunt again.
"Don't! Please don't!" Mary begged. Her cunt-mound felt swollen. It felt as if someone had stuck a broken bottle in her pussy. "Don't!"
Her uncle stopped and stood breathing heavily. He stared at the girl's upturned ass. The crack was a scarlet line, crossed by the flaming welts his belt had left. The tender skin on the inside of her thighs glowed red, and the golden-furred swelling of her pussy had a puffy, inflamed look.
Mary turned her tear-streaked face to look at her uncle. There was no mercy in his eyes, just an unholy light. His lips were a taut line.
The girl dropped her gaze. The man's knuckled were white. Then she looked past his hands, and her gaze widened. But there was no mistaking the enormous bulge at the crotch of his trousers.
"What are you staring at?" her uncle demanded.
The girl shook her head.
"Are you looking at this?" he asked, zipping open his fly. He fished inside his pants. Then his hand came out, holding a rampant, rigid, eight-inch cock! "Are you staring at my cock, you slut?"
Stunned, Mary kept shaking her head. The man stepped forward, raising the belt. The cock jutted out in front of him like the bowsprit of a ship.
"You're looking at my cock, aren't you? Have you no shame?" he demanded. "Looking at your own uncle with lusting eyes! Oh, you dirty little harlot!"
The belt fell across Mary's back. She screamed and fell to her knees. With a heavy thud her uncle went to his knees behind her.
He beat her on the back and shoulders while one hand pumped his long, slender prick. The hairy clam of her cunt was open, seeming to cry out for the throbbing length of cockmeat. "Slut!" he grunted, shuffling forward and aiming his prickhead at the gaping opening of his niece's pussy. He struck again with the belt. "Harlot!"
With a lunge his inflated cock drove into Mary's pussy. She gasped as it forced apart the walls of her cunt. Her uncle still flailed with the belt as he thrust every inch of his erect prick into his niece's still-sopping cunt.
Mary could feel the cloth of her uncle's pants pressing into her buttocks. His cock burned like a firebrand inside her pussy. She could feel the pounding of his pulse, throbbing within her oily cunt.
Herbert Castle pulled his cock out two inches, gasping at the tightness surrounding his prick. "Harlot," he whispered, letting his hands drop to the small of the girl's back. "Filth. Whore. Slut." With a grunt he fucked into her again, then pulled his prick out till just the fat head remained within her pussy.
In spite of her pain and humiliation, an excited thought flashed through Mary's mind. So this is what a real cock feels like! But this was her uncle. It was incest… it was rape.
So why did it feel so good?
Mary's butt wiggled as she thrust it back to meet her uncle's lunge. His cock went in balls-deep. It was smaller than the banana. But somehow it felt a million times more filling. It was alive, and throbbing with masculine power and life!