15 comments/ 185191 views/ 28 favorites My New Life as a Slave Ch. 01 By: fairydust22 Chapter One: Collared I don't really remember my parents, I was too young when they died. They died in a car accident when I was four and my brother Jake -- my only sibling -- was ten. Luckily neither of us were in the car at the time. After the funeral we went to live with my Aunt Valerie and Uncle James. They didn't really want us at first, well Aunt Val never wanted us full stop but they felt it was their duty as our only living relatives. My memories of the first ten years are a blur, but I remember being happy. My aunt had never been a motherly person but my Uncle fell right into the "daddy role". He says I wrapped him around my little finger from the first moment I batted my big brown eyes at him. I started to forget he was my uncle and started calling him daddy more and more. This delighted him. My brother was more reserved. He was always a quiet boy. A good boy. As soon as he was old enough, he left to join the army, coming back once or twice a year on leave. He didn't feel very comfortable around Aunt Valerie and Uncle James. A few years after my fourteenth birthday, my aunt found out she had stomach cancer. I did everything I could to help around the house when I wasn't at school. Aunt Valerie fought the cancer for three years before she died. Shortly before my seventeenth birthday, I became the woman of the house and took over most of aunt Valerie's responsibilities. It was around this time I noticed a change in my uncles behaviour around me. He would stare at me longer, and touch me more. Innocent enough things but they still made me feel uncomfortable and odd. I noticed that his eyes wound travel over my body when he didn't think I was looking and would always stray to my breasts or ass. He wasn't looking at me as a daughter anymore. He was looking at me as if I was a desirable woman. I wasn't ugly, but I wouldn't call myself beautiful. I was pretty. I had long, silky dark hair, that bounced and curled down my back to my waist. I had big brown eyes framed with thick lashes. I had a cute button nose, covered in light freckles. I had a Cupid's Bow smile, with a bottom lip more plump than the top. My skin was satiny smooth, after years of body lotion. My breasts weren't too big, 36C, a perfect handful. I had a tucked in waist and curvy hips that swayed a little as I walked. My ass and thighs where firm from years of swimming. I wasn't very tall either. My brother used to tease me and tell my I looked like a little elf. I knew I was desirable. The boys in my were always asking me out and telling me I was sexy. I didn't mind when they looked at me with lust in their eyes. But when my uncle did it, I was disgusted. I felt cheap and dirty. I started spending as much time as I could away from the house. I didn't want to be alone with him anymore. I didn't feel safe. So on my eighteenth birthday, when my friends invited me to a sleepover, I jumped at the chance. The sleepover was a whole weekend thing, starting on the Friday night and ending on the Sunday at lunch. We laughed and watched movies. We painted each other's nails. We swam and shopped and we talked. Mostly we talked about boys. And sex. It turned out I was the only virgin in the group. The rest of my friends having done IT with one of their many dates. I felt embarrassed and shy and extremely young, which immediately prompted them to offer me their brother's or male cousins to rid myself of this terrible affliction!!! Laughing, I declined. I wasn't in a rush to lose it. I'd lose it when I felt ready. On Sunday, I pulled into the driveway of our house and immediately saw my uncle's truck in the garage. I called his name as I went into the house but there was no answer. He was probably in the basement working. He had built and office down there so he could work from home when my aunt was alive. He still spent most of his time down there. I dumped my holdall and ran up the stairs to my room. I really wanted a shower. As I pushed open my bedroom door, I froze. Everything was gone. The furniture was all still there. The little bed, neatly made. The computer desk under the window. The dresser facing the door and the wardrobe behind the door. But all the things -- everything that made the room mine -- was gone. Confused and slightly panicked I spun around and almost crashed into uncle James. He had to grab my shoulder's to stop me falling down onto the floor. He just smiled at me as I waited for my heart to restart and an explination as to where my things had gone. Nothing. "Ummm...Uncle James," I as slowly, "where are my things?" His hands squeezed my shoulders tighter and his eyes darkened as I called him the name I hadn't used since I was about six years old. " Sorry, Sweetie," (his favourite pet name for me) " I'm redecorating and had to move them. I'v stored most of it in the garage, the more immediate stuff like your clothes are in my room." He turned me around and walked me over to his bedroom door as he spoke. I sighed in relief. I had been scared that he was throwing me out now I had turned eighteen. After all I wasn't his real daughter and he no longer had any obligation to keep me. I had never been in my Uncle's room before. Not even to put away his clean clothes. The first thing I noticed as I opened the door was his large, kingsize, four-poster bed that face the door. I was made of dark mahogany and contrasted well with the light cream sheets. I didn't want to go in to his room. A part of me wanted to run and hide. But another part kept saying "Hurry up, I need a shower!" This little voice won and I stepped into the room. My ballerina-style slippers sank into the plush cream carpet. On the bed infront of me were two boxes. In one was my underwear -- I didn't want to think o my uncle handling them. In the other were various t-shirts and skirts, that were actually too small and needed replaced. I frowned. Where were the rest of my things? I started to turn and ask when I noticed the second thing in my uncle's that I had never seen before. In the corner, by the window was a rather large dog cage. I looked to be about one meter high and one and a half meters long. Why the hell did he have a dog cage? Were we getting a dog? Shaking my head slightly, I turned all the way to my uncle. "Uncle James," again his eyes tightened and grew dark. "Where are the rest of my clothes?" "This is all the clothes you're gonna need from now on Sweetie. You don't need to worry about clothes." He replied smoothly. Like it was the most natural thing to say in the world. What was he talking about? My brain really wasn't functioning and I just wanted to shower then sleep. My friends and I had got into the alcohol while the parents were sleeping. My head hurt and I just wasn't in the mood for games. "Haha, Uncle James. Very funny. Seriously where are my clothes. " "I'm not laughing Amanda. I'm very serious. From now on you will dress in what I tell you to wear and you will do as I tell you. You are mine now. My property. My pet. " he drawled as he moved closer to me. His chest was touching mine and his hands were once again on my shoulders. I tried to shrug him off but he just pushed me down till I fell onto my knees. "What the fuck! Let me go! I don't know what sick game you're playing Uncle James but I am so not interested." I yelled as I tried to stand up. Suddenly I felt a blow to my face. He had slapped me. Hard. My face throbbed and my eyes started to tear up. I had never been hit before in my life so it was a bit of a shock. I was so shocked that I almost missed what my Uncle was growling at me. "From this moment on Amanda, You WILL do what I say, When I say it. I am you Master. You are my slut. My slave. My pet bitch! If you disobey me I WILL punish you and it WILL hurt." He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back roughly. I put my hands over his in an attempt to stop him pulling my hair out at the roots. "Do you understand me?" "Y-yes." I stammer quietly. I had never seen this side of my uncle before. It terrified me. "Good." He smiled and eased his death grip on my hair, but kept my face tilted up to his. "I am now going to tell you the rules. You must follow these rules otherwise you will be punished. Understand?" He waited while I nodded urgently. I didn't want him to lose his temper again. "Rule One: Unless told otherwise you will address me as Master. In public you will call me Daddy. Rule Two: I will pick what you are to wear each morning. You will wear ONLY what I give you. Your clothes have all been given away anyway. Rule Three: You will shave all the hair from your body. ALL of it, including your ass hair. You will remain shaven and clean. I will inspect you when ever I choose and you will be punished if I find any faults." I started crying. What the hell was going on here? Who was this...monster that looked like kind uncle James. "And lastly, Rule Four: You will do nothing without my permission. You will not sleep, eat, piss, shit or cum without my permission first. Understood?" he raised a finger before I could speak. "You will answer either yes Master or no Master. You must always address me as master." I swallowed. My mind was racing. Nothing seemed real. "Y-yes Mas-ter" I stuttered. "Good." He petted my head "Now I have one last thing to tell you. You no longer have a name. You are no longer a human being. You no longer have any rights other than those I give you. You are MY slut. MY whore. MY fuck toy, MY cum bucket. My bitch. My pet. My slave. When I address you I will call you these different names. Your answer must always end in Master." He tilted his head and smiled at me, running his fingertips down my face to my lips. "I will be a fair Master. I will only punish you if I need to. You will not like some of the things I have planned for you Sweetie, but you will obey." I felt sick. And not because of the alcohol either. How had my life turned upside down so quickly? Just an hour or so ago I was leaving my friends house, laughing, having a great day, and know....I was being forced into slavery by my uncle. I had to be dreaming. This kind of thing doesn't happen in real life....does it? "Now, pet, strip." The sudden order pulled me from my thoughts. I looked up into my uncle's eyes and the person staring back at me was a stranger. I slowly rose and peeled my t-shirt over my head. My bra wasn't fancy. Pink lace. I pulled it off slowly. My tears ran unchecked down my face and dropped onto the top of my breasts. As I reached for my jeans, my uncles started rubbing his crotch through his slacks. I pulled the jeans off slowly until I was just standing in my pink panties. I couldn't go any further, my limbs refused to work. "Take them off slut" My uncle growled as he noticed my hesitation. Crying harder I pulled them down to my knees and let them fall to my ankles. I couldn't see through the tears. My uncle walked around me, examining me. I felt a shudder of disgust run through my body and had to bit back the bile in my throat. He was examining me like I was an art exhibit. Or a piece of furniture. Or an animal to buy. I honestly can't describe the emotions that washed through me as I finally realised that this was real. I was now the property of my uncle. His possession. He touched me then for the first time, making me jump. His fingers ran over my shoulder, down my back to my ass. Then back up again. He continued to run his fingers over various parts of my body for about five minutes. "Go shave slut." He ordered. I turned quickly and ran to the bathroom. I had to get out of there. As I ran into the bathroom I turned to slam and lock the door but, I realised, that the door was gone. I didn't have anywhere to hide. I was going to have to shower and do as he told me. Then I noticed that my uncle had slowly followed my exit from the room and was now smirking at me in superiority. He knew what I was thinking. He knew what I had wanted to do. I sighed and turned. My shower lasted twenty minutes. I had to shave every hair. As I stepped out I notice, there were no towels. Of course not! I walked back into my uncle's room naked, wet and cold. My nipples hardened and my skin tingling. "Come here." I moved to stand in front of my uncle, my eyes lowered. I didn't have the strength to fight him. I was never a fighter. "Put you hand on the back of your head. Elbows back. Spread you legs, feet shoulder width apart. Good." He started running his hands all over my body, checking for hair. Over my arms, my breasts, my stomach, my pussy mound, down my legs, up over my ass and up my back. "Bend over." His voice had gotten gruff. He was aroused. It was then that I noticed the tent in his slacks that his erection had made. I bent forward and touched my toes. His hands went back on my ass and he ran his fingers down the crack of my ass. He rubbed a little and his fingers slide over the rosebud of my anus. Once he was satisfied he had me kneeling on the floor with my hands behind my head once more. I was told that I was to assume this position on command. My head was now level with his penis. He slowly unzipped his trousers and let out his cock. Taking it in his hands he slapped me across the face with it a few times. I started crying. I knew what was going to happen. I was going to be raped. By my own uncle. The talk with my friends about waiting till I was ready skittered through my brain, mocking me. My new Master ran the head of his penis against my lower lip, rubbing pre-cum across it lick lip gloss. I clenched my eyes shut and tried to think of something happy. "Open your mouth." I did as I was ordered and screamed as his nine inch cock thrust straight to the back of my throat. I thought my jaw was going to break. He had about five inches in, was at least four and a half inches thick and I had never had a cock in my mouth before. My hands automatically went to his hips to push him away. He didn't budge and just laughed at my attempts. I was crying and shaking, my tears and snot running down my face to mix with the saliva on his dick as it moved in and out. He grabbed two handfuls of my hair and groaned before fucking my face...hard. I was sure I was going to die, I couldn't breathe and jaw felt like it was going to drop off. "Take me into your throat." He ordered. "Open up and let me in." I didn't know what he was talking about. I had never touched a dick before, never mind sucked one. When I didn't respond or do as he ordered he growled. He used his left hand to pinch my nose while his right brought me closer to his groin. I really panicked then, but instinct had me swallowing and he moaned as the last few inches of his monster cock slide into my throat. He kept me there as he thrust his hips forward in short bursts. My nose was mashed into his pubic hair and I wanted to be sick from that alone. After about five minutes of this torture, He started going faster, his breathing got loader and he was mumbling more. "That's right bitch, take it all. Take my cock slut. Ahh yyyea, mmm, almost there. FUCK! Yesss. Ahhhh. Fuck!" He called as his orgasm approached. I was just glad it was almost over. "Swallow it all bitch, every drop." He demanded. And I tried, most of it went straight into my stomach, but as he pulled his cock out alot landed on my tongue and I struggled not to throw up as I swallowed. It tasted disgusting. Salt and bitter. I didn't understand how my friends could come to like this. I swallowed it all and as his now shrinking dick slide from my lips he petted me on the head and called me a good slut. His breathing was laboured and I hoped he was finished with me. I watched wearily as he moved over to the boxes on the bed and rummaged inside them for a second, finally pulling out a pair of black lace panties that barely covered my mound and ass. Putting them on the bed he crossed to the wardrobe and pulled out a very short looking denim skirt, a tiny t-shirt and a pair of black heels. "Put these on." He ordered as he put the beside the panties. But he wasn't finished yet. He walked over to the chest of drawers and searched in the top drawer for a few minutes, pulling things out and putting them on top of the drawers. From where I was standing I couldn't see what they were. I quickly dressed and waited for further instructions. It seemed easier to do as he told me rather than fight him, there would be less pain, I was sure. Uncle James finally found what he wanted and turned back to me. Crossing the room to stand in front of me, he held something up for me to se. My eyes took a moment to adjust and I noticed that in his hands was a thin, black dog collar. On the front was a metal plaque with our address on it and hanging below that was a bone shaped dog tag, with the word Sweetie engraved into it. I shuddered and started shaking my head. A fucking dog collar! He just silently put it on me and attached a thin metal leash. "Come on then, lunch time. I don't no about you but I'm starving." He chuckled pulling a little on the leash to get me moving. " Ah ah ah. On your hands and knees whore, I want you head near my dick at all times." He added. I crawled in front of him all the way to the kitchen, my breasts falling out of the bottom of my too short t-shirt and my pussy lips on display. I knew he was watching me. I could feel his eyes on my skin and I felt cheap and dirty and wrong. When we entered the kitchen he told me to assume the position and I slowly put my hands behind my head and spread my knees. The denim skirt wouldn't let me spread them that far and he had me pull it up for better movement. I was sure I looked like the whore he named me. I'll admit I was too busy thinking about the turn of my life, that I didn't notice him reach under the sink and pull out two large silver dog bowls. I didn't notice him fill one with water and one with bacon, sausage and scrambled egg. And I didn't see him put it down by the back door. It wasn't until he sat down to eat his own lunch that I came out of my depressing daydream. I looked at him questioningly. He just jerked his head to the back door and as my eyes followed the movement I heard him telling me too eat quickly because we had somewhere to go. That was straw. I stood up, looked him straight in the eye and yelled till my breath ran out. "I am NOT eating out a fucking dog bowl. It's one thing to put this fucking COLLAR on me, to lead me around on a fucking LEASH, but I REFUSE to play you sick fucked-up game Uncle James. I'm leaving. I won't say anything about what you forced me to do up stairs but I never want to see you again." With that I walked out the kitchen, pulling my skirt down as I went. I never say Uncle James's reaction. I breathed a sigh of relief though as I didn't hear him follow me. I walked quickly to the door, anticipating freedom from the craziness. I reached out, grabbed the handle, turned the knob and.....nothing. Shit. The door was locked and I didn't have a key. I started panicking again. I couldn't escape, couldn't get out. I had no door keys. I couldn't go ask Uncle James for his and I couldn't go out through the garage as it meant passing him. Now what? Just then I heard the sound of a chair scrap across a hardwood floor. My heart jumped and for a moment I allowed myself to hope that he was coming to let me out. But I knew it was useless to hope that. I had broken two of his rules. I had openly defied him. I was in shit now! In my rush from the kitchen I had forgotten that the leash was still attached to the collar. It hung down my back to my ass. I wasn't facing him as he came to me, I couldn't. Fear had me rooted to the spot. But I felt it when he started wrapping the leash around his fist, forcing my head back so I had no choice but to look at him. "You're going to pay for that little outburst, slut." He whispered. His eyes were cold and flat...and...aroused. He liked the idea of having to punish me. "I see I'm going to have to make your punishment convincing, too show you that I am serious." He started to pull me up the stair and back into his bedroom. I thought he was going to rape me there and then, but instead he pulled me over to the large dog cage by the window. He shoved me in it and locked it up. I couldn't stand so was forced to kneel as I watched him leave the room. What have I done!! I kept screaming at myself. You've just made everything worse!! I was shaking as my mind flashed through violent and painful punishments that could be in store for me. My New Life as a Slave Ch. 02 Chapter Two: Punished Uncle James came back into the room and unlocked the cage. Pulling my leash he led me through the house to the basement door. I hadn't been down there since before he built his office. Opening it he motioned me down the step. It was dark, the only light coming from behind me, illuminating the stairs. I reach the bottom and realise Uncle James hasn't moved. I turn to look up at him but cannot see his face. Suddenly light blinds me. I blink and rub at my eyes as they adjust and I glance around the room. Gasping I fall to my knees and sob "Why are you doing this to me?" He had led me to a torture chamber. Everywhere I looked, I could see sex toys and instruments. It was a dungeon, the kind I had only ever read about in books. From various hooks on the walls hung paddles and whips, handcuffs and gags. On table tops sat dildos and butt plugs, beads and nipple clamps. But there were also things I didn't recognise. Dominating the room were two large pieces of furniture. I large metal table with restraints attached to the corners and a horse, kind of like that piece of gym apparatus that you had to jump over at school. Only this one had restraints and a large fleshy dildo. From the ceiling hung a circular hoop and a bar and various small hoops stick up around the floor and out of the walls. I looked up at the man I could no longer think of as Uncle James. He was a stranger in my eyes. He was watching my reaction, enjoying it. Slowly he made his way down to me. I was kneeling on the floor so I had to look up to him as he grabbed my leash and dragged me over to the table. "Strip." He commanded. I obeyed. Once I was naked again he told me to stand as he moved the restrains. He slide the rope hoops closest to us down the legs of the table and lifted my feet into them. I stated mumbling. Begging him not to do this to me. He didn't listen. Once I was securely tied, he pushed my top half forward. I gasped at the feel of the cold metal against my skin and nipples. He walked around in front of me and pulled my arms up to the edge, looping the ropes around my wrist. I couldn't move, helps, exposed, vulnerable. He moved away from me quietly and my mind, as jumbled and scared as it was, registered the fact that as big as he was, he didn't make a sound when he moved. Master (I was trying very hard not to think of him as Uncle James, it made the ordeal all the worse.) was around six foot tall, if not more and liked to work out so was in very good shape. He had dark hair and eyes and was always dressed in a suit. He returned to the table and stood at my left. He had pulled over a small table on wheels with various items on top. I tried very hard not to look. I didn't want to see what my punishment entailed. He removed the long leash, replacing it with a shorter version and clipped it to a small hoop on the table. It forced my head down and I could only lift it about an inch now. "You've been a bad bitch, haven't you?" he asked softly. "Please don't do this." I begged again though knowing it was useless. "You have broken two of my rules. You have defied me. You have disrespected me in my own home." He continued as if I had never spoken. "Four offences. Four separate punishments. They will be painful punishments pet as you must learn that I am your Master. I am in control. After today you will see that disobedience will not be tolerated and will come to heel." As he spoke he moved around me, his fingers trailing across my skin. "Now I am going to ask you a question, and I want you to be completely honest. If you are not then I will add lying to your list of offences and punish you accordingly." He waited a moment, trailing his fingers across the cheeks of my ass and down my thighs before asking me. "Are you a virgin, pet?" "Y-yes." I stammered. "Yes what?" "Y-yes Master" I mumbled feebly. He chuckled and slide his finger tips up my spin making me arch. That was always my sensitive spots and he knew that. "I shall punish the least serious offence first Sweetie, and we shall work our way through the list. Each punishment shall be worst than the last and at the end you shall have -- hopefully -- learnt you lesson and I shall not have to punish you like this again." By know he was standing back in front of me and was stroking the hair out of my eys as he looked down at me. For a moment I imagined I say the old Uncle James looking back at me, but his actions proved otherwise. "I am now going to punish you, pet, for your disobedience. Though it is serious and will most likely be the most frequent thing I punish you for, I can understand why you disobeyed. It is natural for you to be defiant at first. It will take some time for you will to break and for you to surrender yourself wholly to me. I promise you I will be understanding and fair and will do everything I can to ensure your surrender." He spoke as if this was what I wanted. Like he was doing me a favour by beating me and breaking my will. What kind of sick, twisted pervert was I dealing with here? "Why are you doing this to me?" I sniffled. Pathetic and weak. "Because, Sweetie, this is your rightful place. You will learn to please me, to serve me and to obey me. You will live here with me and have my children and you will be thankful." He never raised his voice as he spoke, his tone was the same as if he were discussing the weather with a friend. Confident, sure and unyielding. My PLACE? His CHILDREN? "But I don't want to stay here, I don't want to have your children I want to go to college, I want to travel, I...." I never got to finish my sentence as he slapped me hard across the face again, shutting me up. "I don't give a fuck what you want little girl. I am Master here. I decide what you do and where you go. " He snarled in my ear. I whimpered and ducked my head, afraid he would hit me again. "It is time you learnt that." I squeezed my eyes shut so I didn't see him walk around to the small portable table. As I lay there, shaking and afraid, he picked up a thin wooden paddle. He ran his hands over it and the look on his face was gleeful. I lay there motionless. The anticipation almost unbearable. Where was he? What was he going to do? Would it hurt? Suddenly I felt the first hit. It was hard and my ass felt like it was on fire. He waited a long moment before hitting me again. And again. And again. Over and over and I lost count of how many smacks I got. I screamed and beg for him to stop but this just made the smacks harder. When he did finally stop though I felt as if my ass was raw. It stung and burned. He put his hands over my cheeks and moaned, squeezing them tight. It hurt and I screamed out a sharp gasp of pain. "God, your ass looks so good red and raw, baby." He muttered, rubbing at my now bruising cheeks. "I'm going to have to spank you more often." Then the bastard bit me. Nipped my ass between his teeth and that REALLY hurt. By that point I was a wreck. My eyes were streaming and I couldn't see anything in front of me. My nose was running and I was making an awful sniffing nose to stop it all running into my mouth. Putting the paddle down, Master untied my wrists and ankles and had me sitting up on the table. It was really sore to sit down and I winced but did as instructed. I lay down and he reattached all the ropes. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine I was somewhere else, that this was happening to someone else. "Now I am going to punish you for disrespecting me in my own house." He told me as he moved my hair out of my eyes. He turned slightly and picked up a riding crop. I was to be hit again. And again I started crying. My realised that I had not really stopped crying since I walked into Uncle James room. He ran the end of the crop over my nipples and the little nubs hardened at the contact. I didn't understand why. I wasn't turned on by my treatment or the man doing it to me. But the feel of the leather did feel good. As my thighs were spread, my pussy was on show. He ran the leather down my stomach to my thighs and back. It felt kind of relaxing. And just as I relaxed, he raised the riding crop and smacked it down. Directly onto my nipple. I gasped and arched and sucked it a huge breath. But I didn't get a chance to recover as he alternated between my tender nipples, slapping one then the other hard and fast. I could feel the blood thumping in my little red nipples as it rushed to the front. After about ten hits on my chest he stopped and started running it over my stomach, letting me catch my breath. I mistakenly thought my punishment was over and looked at him. He smiled at me with an evil leer. The riding crop rose and as I waited for it to land on my sensitive little buds, I got the shock of my life when it landed square against my pussy lips. I begged and I pleaded with him to stop but he laughed and finished another ten smacks. I wanted to close my legs. I felt painfully sore and beaten. When the ten smacks were done, he put down the crop and kissed my little outie belly button. "Good girl pet." He whispered as he stroked up my thigh with his long fingers. "You took your punishment well." He lay his palm directly over my cunt and I gasped and squirmed. I had never allowed anyone to touch me there. But his big hand seemed to soothe the burning throb of my outer lips. He rubbed his palm gently over my mound and let his fingers trial up and down the slit. "Time for your last punishment Sweetie. Time for you to learn who is the master and who is the whore. This is a lesson you must learn pet. You will soon come to understand what it means to be a slave. To be totally at your Masters will and you must learn that your Master can please you...." he gently slid his middle finger over my clit, strumming it like he would a guitar string. With his free hand he pulled the ropes around my wrists down to shoulder height and told me to slide my bottom to the edge of the table. I did this and my legs were forced up and open. Totally on show to Master. He moved between my legs and looked down into my eyes. His finger were slowly playing with my little clit and I could feel my pussy juices flowing. My body was betraying me. I didn't want him to bring me pleasure. I wanted him to leave me alone. I wanted this all to be a nightmare that I would soon wake from. But what he was doing felt so good after all the pain. And I moaned as he slide his middle finger into my virgin cunt. He used the pad of his thumb to flick my clit and I could feel my hips starting to move on their own. I didn't fight the feelings and allowed my uncle to give me one good thing after all he had inflicted on me. "Do you like that Sweetie? Do you like it when your Master plays with your little clit? When he puts his finger's into your wet pussy? Do you want more pet?" he asked me but I was too far gone to answer or care. My head was shaking back and forth and my hips were pumping his finger further inside me. I wanted more. Almost as if he was reading my mind, he asked me that. "Do you want more Sweetie? Do you want to feel Master's hard cock sliding inside you? Feel him pumping his meat into your little cunt? Mmmmm yes. You are a dirty little slut aren't you? Look at the way your humping against my fingers! God what a little whore! Yes baby, you need to learn that Master can bring you great pleasure....or great pain." With that he thrust his cock into my unprepared virgin ass. I didn't even know he had pulled it out, but I felt it all as he rammed all nine inches to the hilt. I felt my flesh tear and liquid dripping down onto the table. I knew I was bleeding. I wanted to scream but I had no breath in my lungs. I felt paralysed with pain. He pounded into me hard and fast. Each time pulling out until only the head remained. Then slamming back into me, going a little bit deeper every time. I slid up the table and with his hands on my hips he pulled me back to the edge. I vaguely heard him moaning and groaning and could not believe he was finding pleasure in my pain. "God, bitch you feel so tight around my cock! Mmmm yea. FUCK. Feels like my dick is burning, your so hot. Aaawww I'm gonna love fucking you here aren't I?" he asked rhetorically. After what seemed like hours his dick started to throb and twitch inside me, he swelled and trust and all his hot sticky cum shot out and deep into my bowls. He slid out of me slowly but quickly replaced his cock with a large butt plug. "Don't want any of my cum dripping out of you. I have plans for that later." He explained as he twisted it into me. I just lay there. Unmoving. Uncaring. Unable to get away. He untied me and sat me up. I cried out as my raw bleeding bottom was too sore but did not move or complain as I knew that doing so would only make my life worse. "You were a very good slut. Lets get you up stairs and in the shower. I have a friend coming over later and you can't meet him looking like this." He told me as he put my leash back on and made me crawl back up stair. My New Life as a Slave Ch. 03 Chapter Three: Trained-Day One I was lead upstairs and given twenty minutes to shower and be down in the kitchen. I was not allowed to "finger myself" (as he crudely put it) or remove the plug in my ass. The water hurt as it pounded of my swollen nipples and welt covered ass. I just wanted to curl into a ball and hide, but I didn't dare disobey again. I rushed through the process of washing myself, skimming over my aching body parts and ran down stairs to the kitchen. I arrived just as the door bell rang. "Remember Sweetie, on your hands and knees." He reminded me. I swallowed and did as I was told, exposing my red ass and pussy. He ran his fingers over my hip and chuckled. Chuckled! The whole situating seemed to amuse him. He answered the door, leaving me in the kitchen. I heard voices and it was a moment before I saw anyone. A man followed Master as he entered the kitchen. He was taller than Master and thinner, but had dark hair too. I couldn't see his eyes from my position by Master's chair. The way he leered at me made my skin crawl. He wore an evil expression. The kind that said I-get-a-hard-on-from-watching-your-pain. I took an automatic dislike to that guy. I was so busy watching the creep that entered on two legs that I almost failed to notice the little blond woman trotting behind him on all fours. She was completely naked and I couldn't help but wonder if she had travelled that way. Her hair was a honey blond colour and was swept into a ponytail at the nape of her neck. She had alabaster skin and rather small breasts. Mine weren't huge, 36C, but hers were almost none existent. Two little bumps on her chest, highlighted by gravity. Her waist was slim and her ass was firm. As they came into the room and I got a good look at them, I noticed that she was wearing a collar like mine. It was about and an inch and a half thick and made of black leather, had three O-rings, one at the front and one on each side, and a buckle at the back. She also had three link chains that swayed as she moved. I finally realised what they were when she sat back on her heels and looked up at her companion. She had nipple clamps on. Small silvery ones that were attached to a chain and met low on her belly. But she also had another chain running from her pussy to the nipple chains. GOD! That must hurt. It dawned on me then that this girl was in the same boat as me. We were both slaves, but I couldn't help wondering if she was as unwilling as I was. Our Master's were chatting about something, and I didn't hear what until I heard my new 'name' being mentioned. "....with Sweeties training, Bill. It'll do her good to see a real fuck-toy in action." Both men laughed and Bill reached down and stroked the girls hair. Training? I thought wearily. I just want to sleep. Sleep and never wake up! "No problem James. Zara and I were getting a bit bored at home." He replied. " I brought some equipment with me." He motioned to a small suitcase with wheels that he obviously pulled in with him. As he talked he reached for it and placed it on the table, blocking my view of the contents. "Zara." One word. That's all he said and the girl was back on all fours, turning to face away from Bill, before leaning down and shoving her ass up in his direction. He pulled something I couldn't see from the case and slipped it into her anus. She moaned before turning around again and pushing her face up to him. "Such a good little pet, aren't you love." He cooed to her. "Do you want a treat? Have you been good enough?" he whispered lovingly to her. She smiled sexily at him and ran her cheek up his thigh. "Please, Master." She begged in a throaty voice. I watched fascinated. I knew people like her existed. Subs. But I had never actually met (or rather seen) one. Her Master grinned at her and nodded his head. I watched in astonishment as her face light up and she moved further between his head. She made quick work of his zip and soon had his half erect cock in her little hands. What astonished me the most though was that she was doing it with people watching. "Sweetie, watch this and learn. Because you're next." Said Master. I watched as she took the head of his cock into her mouth and sucked. She must have been doing something right because he groaned and his cock stood at attention. Zara licked her lips and used her left hand to grip the base. Her tongue darted out and flicked the head a few times as her right hand stroked him. She continued this way for a few minutes until He growled and said her name sharply. She looked at him sheepishly and moved her head completely over his lap. Taking a deep breath she plunged her head right down to the base of his dick, her nose meshed into his pubic hair, before moving back to the tip. His dick glistened and she made a horrible slurping noise as the head slipped from between her lips. After about five minutes of this Bill yelled stop and she immediately sat down on her heels. Her face was red and her eyes streamed from having such a large object down her throat. I couldn't tell what her expression was like, her face was a mask. "Ok , Sweetie, your turn. Suck his cock." Said James. I froze. Suck his cock? Suck this strange man's dick? Seriously? I must have waited too long because before I could react, James was grabbing my hair and dragging me over to Bill. I was pushed between his open knees and as I looked up at him, a shudder of fear ran down my spine. His eyes were cold and dead looking. He looked soulless. I had a sudden surg of pity for Zara and I wondered how she had came to be here. I couldn't look at his face any longer so I lowered my eyes...and looked straight at his crotch. He was huge. Nine and a half inches long but at least six inches thick. I swallowed nervously but got to work, taking the head into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the tip and found that when I put it in the slit of his cock he shuddered and groaned. I did this more. After all the sooner he came the sooner it was over. Holding the base in my right hand I pumped my left fist up and down his cock slowly and tried to move my mouth further down its length. I couldn't, my mind was just too scared and tormented. I told them this and James just laughed and moved his hands towards me. I thought he was going to hit me again so flinched, ready for the blow. But he surprised me. Instead of the angry response I expected, he lovingly stroked my hair and told me it was ok. That they would help me. I didn't know what he meant but for a moment I was reminded of my childhood. Of when I had lost my doll, as I was always doing, and Uncle James would smile at me and kiss my forehead and tell me it was ok. He'd help me look. The unexpected memory made things worse. It highlighted the betrayal and broken trust. He would never be my Uncle ever again. "Zara," Bill said. "Could you help Sweetie here relax?" Zara immediately moved behind me and reached her hands around to my breasts. I squeaked and tried to move away but James' hand was on my shoulder, holing me still. Her little fingers moved over my skin, softly, soothingly and my body reacted. She lightly pinched my nipples and pulled them, the pain was...delicious. like having a loose tooth that was sore but you liked it anyway. It was a good kind of pain. I arched into her hands as she rubbed her palms roughly over my sensitive nipples. My body reacted despite my better judgement. My breath quickened and my clit tingled. "Keep sucking baby" commanded Bill as he wrapped a hand around the nape of my neck and moved me back over his dick. I took him back into my mouth and forced the head deeper, bathing his cock in spit. I bobbed up and down, sucking deeply for another few minutes until I felt the gentle hands on my breasts being replaced with something small and cold, that bit into my little buds, causing more pain than before. I tried to move back and see what was going on but someone wouldn't let me. A hand was on the back of my head, keeping me in place. I panicked then and thrashed around, I couldn't breathe. But one little hand was back. It ran slowly over my stomach, rubbing in circles, scratching its nails across my skin. Calmly it made its way over my hairless mound and cupped my pussy. I gasped and the cock in my mouth slipped in a little further. Someone was whispering to me but I couldn't make out what they were saying, my focus on the little fingers opening my outer lips and stoking slowly. One finger found my clit and rubbed it, moving up and down, side to side. Slowly and gentle then fast and hard. I found myself panting. My eyelids grew heavy and I sucked in a large gulp of air. The dick in my mouth slipped into my throat and my head was moved up and down in Bill's lap. Whoever had a grip on my hair, controlled the movement of my head. Sometimes I would go fast and short, others I would go slow and deep. It got to the point that I actually started doing it myself as the hand in my hair moves down to join its twin. Two fingers rimmed my virgin hole as two others flicked my engorged clit. Suddenly I was entered. It hurt, but it was a nice hurt. The two little fingers pumped inside me in time with the movement of my head. Soon I was feeling a tingling sensation in my lower stomach. My muscles noted and I tensed up. I was cumming. It was glorious. I felt all the tension in my body fade away and my spirit lighten a little. I floated out there in space as my body shattered into a million pieces and I never wanted to come back home. Soon my orgasm ended and I was pulled back to earth with the feeling of something small and painful gripping my clit. While I was unaware, Zara had clipped three little tweezer shaped clamps onto my body, one on each nipple and one on my clit. I now matched her. The pain wasn't bad actually. It nipped but was actually nice. I was surprised at myself for accepting them. I had never thought to try this kind of toy before. Before I could think anymore on it though, I was brought to reality as Bill had an orgasm of his own. He spurted globs of cum down my throat, directly into my stomach. He gently moved his dick out of my mouth and deposited cum all over my tongue and lips and let it drip down onto my breasts. He smiled at me as I sat with his cum in my mouth. Should I spit? Or Swallow? I didn't get to choose as Zara grabbed my head in a vice like grip and planted her lips against mine. Her tongue slid out and pried my lips open and all the cum flowed out and either into her mouth or dribbled down out chins and landed between us. Zara then swooped down and licked all of Bill's cum off my breasts, flicking the clamps as she did. I got a little zing of pain that surprisingly made my pussy pulse. Bill and Zara didn't stay long after that and, with a promise to see us again tomorrow, they left. I was once again left alone with James. I thought I was going to have to 'service' him now, but was again surprised when he asked if I was hungry. I was in fact ravenous and quickly followed him through to the kitchen. I saw him pick up the dog bowl and empty the contents. He then washed it, and as he did he told me to get into position. I did, immediately kneeling on the floor with my hands behind my head. My bottom was raised off the ground as I was sitting on my heels, so he was able to slide the clean dog bowl under my ass. I flinched, knowing what was coming. One thing my James had always insisted on was that we did not waste food. I had forgotten that long ago rule and wasted my egg and toast at lunch. Now I was being punished for it. James pulled the plug from my ass and it gave with an audible plop. It had been easy to hold the cum in while the butt plug was there because it did most of the work, but I struggled to keep it in now. "Let it all out whore!" Commanded Master. I cried out as I did what I was told and all the cum and blood and shit that was stored behind the smooth black plug came pouring out into the waiting bowl. It was a relief to be rid of it but at the same time I wished it was still tucked up inside me. Then I wouldn't have to do what I knew he was going to order me to do. "Eat up whore," he chuckled." It's a long time 'till breakfast." I looked at the contents of the bowl and tried not to hurl. I looked pleadingly at James, but he just stared back at me with a look of utter, perverse joy. I gulped and slowly lowered my head, closed my eyes and eat my 'supper'. I can't describe how disgusting it was too eat, the taste or the smell. It was.....something else entirely. Once I was finished I fought the urge to bring it all back up. James reattached my leash and lead me back upstairs. I was shocked to see that it was almost ten o'clock at night. It didn't seem that long ago that I was carefree and...well free. Master laughed and let me off the leash, telling me I could go to the bathroom if I needed to. I ran and pucked up the contents of my stomach, brushed my teeth and crawled back to the master bedroom. Master had stripped and was waiting at the foot of the bed. I was so tired I could barely keep my eyes open. "Time for bed slut, more training tomorrow." He said as he led me over to the dog cage by the window. He opened it up and motioned me inside. I was glad to see a blanket covering the floor of the cage. I got in, curled up and promptly fell asleep. (I know there are spelling mistakes, I know it needs edited, so please, if your not going to comment about something funny or useful, then please don't comment at all. enjoy. xxx) My New Life as a Slave Ch. 04 Chapter Four: Training-Day Two I woke up the next day to see my cage door open and a note on the floor in front of me. Because you were a good little whore yesterday, I let you sleep in. Now once you wake up, get dressed in the clothes I have laid out for you and come down stairs and show me your appreciation. Appreciation? Seriously? I shuddered and got up. I didn't feel as sore as I suspected I would. My throat was a bit scratchy but other than that I felt ok. I crawled over to the bed and looked at the clothes. A pair of peek-a-boo pants and matching bra. A short black skirt, and a chain to go around my waist. I sighed and put them on. No point arguing. After I was dressed I crawled down stairs to the kitchen. No one was there but my bowl had fresh water and food so I made my way over. I gulped the water down, glad that it soothed the itchy feeling in my throat. I also ate the food, without complaints this time. I did NOT want a repeat of last night. Once I was done I started crawling around the house looking for Him. I found Him in the sitting room watching the news. The headliner was about some kid who had been kidnapped a few days ago. Her body had been found., mutilated and raped and dumped. Like trash. I felt so sad. "Yea, you get some real sick fucks in the world today." Said a loud voice. I jumped as it shattered the silence. I couldn't help think, hello, pot calling the kettle black you sick twisted fuck. He looked at me and smiled. An evil, terrifying smile. I was suddenly afraid he could hear my thoughts. "Come here." He barked. I scurried over to him and sat between his knees, facing him. He petted my head and let his fingers trail down to my breasts. He absently stroked them as he spoke. "I got some new toys from Ben before he left last night. I want to try them today. Tomorrow Ben will be back with Zara and we'll all play together. Would you like that?" he said. I new how he wanted me to answer. "Yes Master." "Good girl. Now stand up and brace your arms behind your back. Legs spread." I did as I was told and waited. He moved behind me and I felt small leather cuff being attached to each wrists. I ended up with one wrist sitting on top of the other. The I felt a long leather strip against my spin and a leather collar being attached around my neck. I was immobilised. I couldn't move my arms at all and the collar was designed that I couldn't move my head much either. What did he have planned. "Good girl, Now on your knees." I got on my knees and waited. He held something in front of my face and at first, I couldn't make out what it was. Then, as my eyes adjusted I realised it was a gag in the shape of the letter O. He put it in my mouth and buckled it behind my head. I immediately started drooling and tried to slurp it up. He laughed and undid his jeans. "Hunny, if you want to suck that bad, I'll give you something to suck on." He shoved his cock into my mouth, which was forced open by the gag. His dick thrust into my mouth, deep into my throat. I gagged and my eyes leaked. I was still not used to deep throating but he knew that and seemed to delight in my pain. He grabbed my head and fucked me hard and fast for a few minutes before cumming straight into my stomach. "Well, that's better." He smiled lovingly. "Now I should last a bit longer. I've been waiting all morning to do that. But you earned your sleep last night Sweetie." I slurped and sniffed and he sat beside me. I then noticed that on the table beside the arm of the chair, was small case. This was where he was keeping all the toys. My suspicions were confirmed when He turned to it and pulled two small bells attached to chains from the bottom of the box. He stood me up again and leaned down to take my nipple in His mouth. He sucked hard and nipped me with His teeth. I cried out in pain but was horrified when my pussy started getting wet. Once it was hard enough he slid the little ring at the end of the chain onto my nipple and tightened it. He repeated this with the other nipple and by the time He was done, my pussy was dripping juice down my thighs. I was horrified. How could such behaviour turn me on? How could He turn me on after all he's done? One the bells were in place He delighted in playing with them. Swinging them back and forth, pulling them, spinning them. Each action hurt. Each action sent a tingle of pleasure to my pussy. Next He moved me to the arm of the nearest chair and bent me over it. I thought He was going to rape my ass again and flinched, waiting for the pain. But I was surprised when He pulled my panties aside to expose my anus and gently rubbed His finger over it. He leant down and I felt His tongue slipping over and over my puckered little star. I squealed when the tip slowly entered me. He took his time rimming me out, tasting my forbidden hole. It felt so good, I couldn't stop myself from moaning. My his thrust back to meet his talented tongue and I groaned as he slipped two fingers into my pussy easily. He coated his fingers well with my gently pushing them into my anal passage. He shushed me and petted me when I flinched and I would swear he was a different man from the monster of yesterday. Once my ass was well and truly wet He moved away from me and I cried out in denial. "Please don't stop." He chuckled and pet my ass. "Don't worry pet, I'm not finished yet." He kissed me on each ass cheek and told me not to move. I heard him going across to the couch again and when He returned his thumb slid into my ass with a pop while His middle finger rimmed the edge of my cunt. I sighed and pushed back again. I needed something thicker. My clit was slowly dragging against the material of the chair and I needed relief. I felt him the, putting something cold against my cunt. It was large and cold and solid. I tried to turn around but I got a smack on the ass for my efforts. Slowly He pushed the object into me. I had never had anything bigger in my pussy than my finger and the object hurt as it entered, but He was slow and gentle. After a few minutes of pushing and pausing, the shape was all the way in. "Such a good little slut for her Master." He praised me. "One more to go." One more what? I wanted to ask. But then I felt his tongue back on my little star. He covered in saliva and pushed something small and round into it. It was pretty easy from the shape to guess what these were. Anal beads. I might – still- be a virgin but I wasn't clueless. He pushed them in one by one, each time bathing my asshole with His tongue before pushing in the next. The beads got bigger and bigger until it hurt. The last one felt like it was the size of a snooker ball. Once it was inside me He sighed and just stood there. I was still horny, despite the mild pain I felt. I pushed my ass out, humping the chair arm. His seemed to amuse Him and He told me to go harder. I did because the relief of orgasm was close. I humped faster and harder, sure I was going to have friction burns on my pussy lips. "Stop!" he called, just as I was about to come. I panted and moaned but stopped. I felt his fingers rub against the object, obviously a dildo, in my pussy. I felt Him pulling it out and I groaned. No, I like it where it is! Just as the tip was about to leave my body, and I was about to complain and beg him to let me cum, he shoved the dildo in fast and hard to the hilt. The way he was holding it meant that the tip of his fingers were also inside my cunt. I was filled to the max. I screamed and came and shuddered and cried. It was so intense. He reached with his free hand and pulled all the beads out of my ass and I came again as they slide over my sensitive nerves. Once I came back to earth, I realised I had passed out and when I awoke I was sitting on His lap, my hands free, my nipples released and my pussy and ass empty. He held me gently, like he once did when life made sense. He was watching a movie with Steven Segal and stoking my hair. Every now and then I feel him kissing my hair. The way he held me wasn't sexual. It was comfortable. It was familiar. It was loving. I realised then that in his own sick, way Uncle James did in fact love me. I wasn't just a random body he could use. He didn't want a random body. He wanted me. I turned my head into his chest and I cried silently. He just held me tighter and murmured sweetly in my ear. I cried for myself. I cried for the things I had lost but mostly I cried for him. My New Life as a Slave Ch. 05 Chapter Five: Loss I don't know how long I lay in His embrace. We watched at least three films and a few sitcoms though. He lay with His back in the corner of our little blue couch, His legs across the seats with me lying between them, my back to His chest. His big arms were warm around my waist and His fingers stroked lazy patterns on my skin. It actually felt nice. But it also scared me. What was His game? Was He trying to lull me into a false sense of security? Once I relaxed, would He pounce? I couldn't tell. In the last few days, I had come to expect a certain level of cruelty and humiliation from Him. I was resigned to the fact that I was His and had no control over His actions towards me. I had gone through several emotional changes and was now at another. I was afraid. I was afraid that He was changing. That His being nice to me was a sign that He cared. And I didn't want that. I wanted Him to be cruel and harsh and hateful. It made it so much easier to hate Him then. I wanted to hate Him. It was easier to hate Him. My hate was my focus. My hate for Him distracted from the betrayal and pain. Yes, hate was good. I needed to hate. So why was it getting harder? Why was it that every small kiss to my hair, every rub of Him fingers, every comforting squeeze, was taking my hate and replacing it with....familiarity and peace? Was I insane and hadn't realised? Where was the peace coming from? As we watched yet another rerun of Friends, His hands slowly ran up my arms to my shoulders and back. I could feel His hips shifting beneath me. His fingers dug into the tense muscles of my shoulders and I couldn't stop the small moan of pleasure. My spin arched of its own accord and my ass pressed into His groin. He took this as a signal and His wandering hands found my breasts and continued their work, massaging and chasing away my tension. The firm pressure was delicious and my body responded with a small flood of liquid from between my legs. As I was still naked from our earlier encounter, the liquid slowly dripped down between the crease of my ass and onto His trousers. His skilled fingers caressed my flesh, rubbing and flicking my nipples until they were hard buds, standing at attention. The attention to my breasts was causing a lovely fluttering feeling in my stomach and pussy and my body wanted more. My knees fell open, spreading my sex and my hands clenched and twisted against His trouser legs. I felt conflicted. My body wanted more of His attention, but my mind wanted nothing to do with Him. My body begged for His touch while my mind begged for His departure. As He slipped His fingers down my stomach, I shuddered. His fingers found my open pussy and dived between the swollen, wet outer lips. He strummed my clit and rimmed my hole. Teasing and tormenting me with light touches that left me wanting more. I groaned and thrust up against His fingers. I needed to feel something inside my burning channel. I needed to feel full. My arms wound around His neck and His panting breath bathed my ear. His own hips were pushing against my ass and He was moaning my name. Two of His fingers slammed into my little channel and the pressure and feel of them wiggling inside me set me off. I came, hard and long. I groaned and panted and shuddered in His arms and He Held me tight and whispered hotly in my ear. "That's it baby, cum for me, let me feel you squeezing my fingers. Cover me with your love juice Sweetie. Fuck! You're so hot. You have no idea how much I love watching you cum. No idea. Mmmmm God baby, I'm not gonna last long now." I pumped my hips against His fingers, His palm rubbing against my clit each time. It felt so good and wanted it to last longer. But it soon started to end and my body came back to earth. I lay panting and sleepy, as He stroked my thighs and stomach. "Baby, I need to have you now. I've waited as long as I can, but I need that sweet pussy now." I shot up. His words causing an alarm to go off inside me. I was a virgin and had heard that a first time could hurt. Also although I was feeling slightly comfortable around Him, didn't mean that I trusted him not to hurt me again. In fact I expected him to hurt me for the joy of it. He mistook my sudden move, obviously as His own movements became rushed and rough. He moved around me until he was kneeling beside my calves. One hand lay on my shoulder while the other slipped between my thighs. He pushed me back and His mouth found the nipples he had recently pleasured. His tongue continued the sweet torture His fingers had started already. He re-positioned my legs, one thrown over the back of the couch, the other over the edge. This spread me better to His view and he moaned. My pussy creamed from the rough treatment and the urgency of the matter. I pushed against His shoulders. My virginity was the only thing I had left. At His hands I had lost my dignity and pride, been forced to do humiliating things for His amusement. My virginity was the last thing that was mine. My efforts got me nowhere. His strength surpassed mine and he easily pushed His body down on top of my own. His t-shirt rubbed against my sensitive nipples and they stiffened between us. He moved His hand to His jeans and fumbled with the buttons, grunting and panting with the effort. His weight smothered me and I could barely breath as I waited, laying passively beneath Him. It seemed like an eternity later that he was ready, His throbbing prick pulsing as it lay across my mound. I waited for Him to hurt me. To push inside me and tear my tight sheath. But he didn't move. He lay, with His weight pressing me down into the couch, His eyes looking into mine and a slight smile on His lips. No, don't look at me like that. I screamed in my head. I couldn't take how he looked at me. With love, and affection. I couldn't handle that. I NEEDED to hate him. He was raping me after all. But while my head screamed vile insults in His direction, my heart felt lighter. A small part of me was glad he still loved me. That I was still His little girl. I was so confused that I sobbed in frustration. He soothed me and kissed away my fears, His fingers ran lightly down my neck and shoulders. His hips thrust softly against mine, causing a wonderful sensation against my clit. After a few moments, I was so horny, my juices flowing freely across my thighs and ass, covering His cock. He kissed me gently. It was the kind of kiss a girl always dreams of, the kind that tells you without words that he loves you. I had dreamt of a kiss like that, all through high school. I never thought I'd get it from my Uncle. As we kissed, he stroked my breasts, my stomach and my thighs before positioning the head of his cock against my opening. I tensed and he kissed my collarbone as he slowly, gently pushed forward. It didn't hurt as much as I thought it would. There was a slight tingle of pain, the kind you get when you over use your muscles. I guessed it probably had something to do with dildo he rammed into me earlier. Soon the head of His dick was kissing my cervix and with a sharp push, slide into the opening of my womb. I gasped and arched. He pulled almost all the way out before steadily pounding back inside. I moaned and wrapped my legs around His waist opening up further for him. My arms slipped around His neck and His hand cupped my ass. "Oh God, baby. You feel so damn good!!" He moaned in my ear. The deep timber of His voice sent goosebumps across my skin. I yowled and scratched as He rocked into me harder and faster. Soon my orgasm became to much to contain and I came hard around His cock. He growled and picked up the pace. It wasn't long before His own orgasm blew, flooding my unprotected womb with His warm fertile seed. His breathing was laboured and he held me tightly, His face buried in my neck. I lay there stunned and confused. He had been gently and considerate. Caring and loving. Everything a girl could ask for her first time. But I couldn't understand it. Where was the man who had raped me? Where was the sick person who watched me with delight as I lay in pain? I waited for Him to get up, to say something cruel to ruin the moment. But He didn't move. He twisted us on the couch, still holding me tightly, until His back was against the soft blue cushions and I was pressed against Him, my ass hanging slightly over the edge. His warm hands rubbed my back and hair as His soft lips trailed kisses across my face, neck and shoulder. I felt anxious, waiting for him to change, but the longer we lay the quicker my anxiety faded. We lay like that for a long time, just breathing slowly. My hands curled between our chests, His hands holding me close. Soon His breathing deepened and He fell asleep. I lay watching Him, wondering what was going through His head, until I too fell asleep.