"Whore. Bitch. Strumpet!" Mary's uncle gasped in time to his fucking. His long cock slid in and out of Mary's cunt with a squishing noise. She was hot and wet and willing!
"Take me," she moaned in her frenzy of lust. "Fuck me! Let me taste that cock! I never dreamed it would be so nice!"
Her uncle didn't seem to hear. He kept fucking her at a steady pace, ramming in with brutal force and pulling his cock out just as fast. Each and every time it seemed as if the tightness of his niece's cunt would strangle his prick.
Mary's head was spinning. Unbelievable pleasure suffused her whole lithe body. Her ripe tits swung with the power of her uncle's fucking, rasping the nipples delightfully on the cloth of her T-shirt. Her body was a live wire thrumming with pleasure.
"Slut. Perverted cow. Harlot." As he screwed the girl, Castle kept chanting. Mary felt him plugging his cock into her pussy faster and faster.
"Whore… bitch… strumpet… filthy, diseased, disgusting… pussy! Cunt! Quim! Aaaaagggggghhhh!"
Searing hot wetness flooded into Mary's pussy like lava. She felt the cock buried in her cunt jerking with mighty spasms, and with each spasm she felt more of the searing liquid flow into her pussy.
Her uncle was coming in her cunt. That was his jizz, she felt filling her pussy channel!
With a wailing cry of ecstasy Mary came.
Her cunt closed like a strangler's cord around her uncle's cock. It caused a fresh explosion of jism to pump into her pussy. It filled her pussy and flowed out around the sides of the cock. Gooey whiteness dribbled down the soft insides of her thighs.
Mindlessly, her uncle fucked her while she sobbed and sighed and drank in his jism with her greedy cunt.
At last the fury of orgasm died away. Mary stopped bucking her hips. Castle's cock gave a final spurt.
The once-proud cock quickly softened into a limp worm of meat. It shrank. Mary's uncle let out his breath in a long sigh and pulled his prick from the sopping mess of her twat. It made a pop like a cork coming out of a bottle, and let loose a torrent of mingled cunt juice and cum that soaked the girl's thighs and made a dark, pungent pool on the rug between her knees.
The girl's knees were sore from being rubbed on the carpet, and her shoulders ached from the way her arms were tied. But a warmth like she had never experienced filled her pussy. She was in heaven.
Her uncle brought her down immediately. He stood up and stuffed his cock back in his pants, then leaned over to pick up his belt. The girl slumped as he untied her wrists. With the toe of one black shoe he pushed her out of the way of the bedroom door.
"Filth," he said, and left the room.
CHAPTER TWO
"So this is the merchandise," murmured the little man. He stroked his chin appreciatively. "Quite a piece, isn't she?"
District Attorney Herbert Castle blushed. He started to protest, then thought better of it. He darted a glance at his niece.
Mary was sitting in a motel room easy chair. Her ripe tits were rising and falling beneath her white blouse, and her blue eyes were pale with resignation. At her uncle's glance she shifted in her chair, reaching instinctively to tug down the hem of her short kelly green skirt.
"I find I am no longer able to care for her," Castle said. "I think I…"
"Cut the bullshit," the little man said rudely. "You want her out of the way. You'd like to make some change on the deal, but it strikes me that the big issue is to get her out of the scene without missing a stir." He looked appraisingly at the tall D.A. and then at the lovely, frightened blonde girl.
"You've gotten into her – that's it, isn't it?" Castle opened his mouth again, felt his face turn a bright red, and shut up. "Is she pregnant? Or is it just that you don't want her around to open her mouth and cry rape? What would that do to your reputation as a moral crusader, Mr. District Attorney?"
"Spare me your inferences and disgusting insinuations," Castle said. "I'm in a bad situation, I admit. The girl must be removed. She is a threat to me."
The other man lounged back on the bed where he was sitting. "There are other ways of removing her."
"She is my niece!"
"That didn't stop you dipping your cock in her snatch when the urge struck you – no, I don't want to hear about it. And you aren't hesitating to sell her into what used to be called white slavery. Your major concern is that while what you're doing is illegal as hell, murder is a capital crime and too hot to touch. Am I right?"
Castle fidgeted and said nothing.
Mary sat in her chair, bolt upright. Her every muscle was tense. In spite of the air-conditioned chill of the room, a fine film of sweat shone on her forehead. This was all unreal.
She had never been close to her uncle. But he had cared for her since she was small, had given her affection of a sort.
How could he be doing this now?
"All right," the little man said, "You've come to me because we can deal with each other. You have something on me – you know what I do for a living, with documentary proof if I ever get out of line. I've got something on you – records of the times you've contracted my services in the past, and what those services were." He turned to Mary, licking his lips with a small pink tongue.
"You know what your uncle really likes?" the man asked. His hands were white and he fluttered them as he spoke. "He likes a woman to take all his clothes off, tie him up, and then spank him with a cane until he begs for mercy. And after that…"
"Stop it!" Castle roared. He came up out of his chair. His face reflected his anger. "I'll kill you some day, I swear to God. Some day you'll push me too far!"
The pimp shrank back from the towering figure. The white hands waved between him and the tall D.A. "Hey, hey, take it easy," he said quickly. "I didn't mean any harm. Look, let's get down to business like gentlemen. Okay?"
The enraged man stood for a moment, knotting and opening his fists. At last he turned and went back to his chair. "Very well," he said, his voice under control. "I am in essence selling you my niece and legal ward to you for whatever purpose you decide. The only condition is that she not be able to… interfere with me in any way."
The little pimp nodded approvingly. "Very neat. The scandal of your niece turning into a bad girl would be damaging, but if she tried to say anything, it would be your word against that of an ungrateful little slut. Neat. But how do you explain her dropping out of sight?"
"On returning home I will express concern at Mary's absence to my housekeeper. After a sufficient time has passed to be sure she is not coming back, the police will be notified that my niece and ward Mary Roberts, legal minor, has run away from home." He shrugged, and a brief smile quirked his slit-like mouth. "Who knows?" he said. "It could even help my career. I could point to myself as one who has suffered first hand at the decay brought on by permissive morals. My own niece, turning against me, running away like any common harlot!"
He finished in a tone of voice usually reserved for the courtroom and the campaign trail. The pimp clapped his hands. "Great," he said. "Truly great. You've already got yourself half talked into believing it. So how about clinching the deal?"
"I am in no position to be greedy. Two thousand dollars."
"Too much. Remember that there are any number of beginners on the street. I don't have to pay to increase my stable. I'm going along as a favor to you – and, I'll admit, because the chickie has something special, something I've never seen in a hooker. Innocence, I guess, maybe. Real, wide-eyed innocence. But at the same time she looks as if she'd fuck like a mink, and that's a dynamite combination. I'll give you a grand, but I have to sample the merchandise before I'll close."
Mary felt a thrill of horror shoot through her. A brief look of disgust crossed her guardian's heavy face. "If you feel that's necessary," he said with irritation, "then go ahead. Take her into the room next door, and discover for yourself whether she is satisfactory."