Jon Reskind - Uncle Gaston and niece Voluma One

Antoine looked up hopefully, while Ginny Novak shuddered in her tears behind him. She couldn't believe it. He had completely deserted her… just as every man she'd ever known. The three hoods behind Larreau were staring at her lasciviously. Dear God, she could only hope and pray that what she was thinking wouldn't come true. "I'll accept whatever's coming to me, Uncle," Antoine managed, endeavoring to raise his head.

"It's the unwritten law, boy… and we don't go against it." Larreau said. He moved in closer and placed his hand symbolically on Antoine's head. "Galaxy is finished. Trouble in Ontario. You're its President… There'll be a little time… and you'll have to serve it. Time is never easy… but it's better than dying, eh? But you make your own decision, boy."

Antoine continued to stare up at him. "I'll… I'll do whatever you say, Uncle Gaston."

The squat man walked away from him. He circled the bed to where he could look into the face of Ginny Novak whose tear-stained and contorted features were hardly her own. He grinned down at her. He said: "You've always been a naughty girl, ma chere, and a damned poor secretary at best." He chuckled. "But maybe the boys can inspire some fire in you, eh? Give you that feeling of fulfillment you've always been looking for."

"Oh Christ, Gaston, no! Don't! Please don't!" she begged. "Look… I lost my head… I'll make it up to you. I'll do anything you say…"

He turned his back to her and walked away in disgust, back to Antoine. Still smiling regally, he said: "Come on, kid, get dressed. You can drive me back to Montreal while I explain what you have to look forward to… and how to cope with it."

"Y-Yes sir," Antoine replied, getting to his feet.

"Meantime, boys… see that Ma'm'selle Novak is properly taken care of eh?" the czar advised his underlings. "Make sure she doesn't want for anything… anything."

The one called Axel grinned. "You bet, boss," he said. "You bet."

Axel was a gaunt, hollow-chested man with a skull-shaped face, lead colored eyes, knife-like mouth and huge, brutal hands. He seldom smiled or changed expression; his was a mask of inbred, unfeeling cruelty. His cohorts were both ugly men in their own right, McShea being the larger with heavy, powerful shoulders, a large, ruddy face, thick lips, a bulbous nose and little mean eyes, while Poulette was wiry and small of stature, with a pointed, bird-like face, vicious bulging eyes and a gruesome manner of speaking through his yellowed, clenched teeth. Ginny Novak knew and feared all three; they were Larreau's enforcers. She had seen some of the horrible results of their work… girls who had violated an order, or crossed the czar in one way or another; if they lived they were usually disfigured, maimed, or at the least, completely broken mentally.

She lay on the bed staring up at them in sheer horror; Larreau had thrown her to them as one might toss a bone to a pack of wild dogs, while Antoine had absolutely denied and deserted her, running off with his tail between his legs to humbly accept his punishment… the cowardly fool. Oh, dear Christ, it was over for her; they'd kill her once they'd satisfied their perverted lusts… she knew it, she knew it!

Axel walked to the bed and gaped down at her naked loveliness, while McShea and Poulette crowded in at the foot and opposite side.

"You're a stupid cunt," the gaunt one said. "And like all stupid cunts… you never learn."

"She likes to fuck," McShea said, grinning evilly. "And when a broad likes to fuck, her pussy does her thinkin' for her, eh, baby?"

"Maybe she'd rather suck than fuck," hissed Poulette. "Let's find out."

Ginny jerked her eyes from one to the other, eyes wide with terror, while her small white teeth nibbled helplessly at her lower lip. Suddenly, her breath caught, wadding in her throat as she watched Axel lean over her, his huge hand reaching down between her legs at her crotch.

"Open 'em," he ordered.

She was too frightened to refuse and she spread her smooth white thighs apart to him, exposing her slightly opened, moist pink slit, still wet from Antoine's attention, to their vile, salacious eyes. She gasped painfully as he dug into her with one thick finger, thrusting it right up into her cunt to the palm of his brutal hand and routing the sensitive, velvety flesh mercilessly.

"Augghhhh, please… please don't…" she pleaded, pressing her buttocks down into the mattress in an effort to escape his torturous invasion between her legs.

McShea sniggered, his ugly face twisted in a lewd grin as he watched his cohort's thick finger drubbing into the pink-fleshed hole in her sparse, blonde-covered loins. Christ, she was a sexy looking slut all right… the old man's private fuck, too… damn, he was really going to enjoy this one.

"You know what happens to people who cross the boss, don't you?" Axel sneered down at her, but Ginny didn't answer. "Well… it's up to us to decide just how much punishment you've got coming. So, for openers, we're all going to fuck you… or maybe these boys have other ideas of a few things they'd like to try on you." Poulette and McShea laughed softly, menacingly. "Me… I've wanted to get my cock into you for a long time, bitch, but there was no way as long's the old-man wanted you… now, that's all over, eh?"

Ginny felt him jerking his finger out of her and she sighed with the relief from pain, but she continued to lay as if petrified as suddenly they all started to undress. Panic seized her then; abruptly, she tried to scramble and bolt from the bed. McShea caught her from behind, twisting his hand in her long blonde hair and yanking her backwards across the bed. She screamed and Axel struck her with his open palm, back and forth, a half-dozen blows across the face, breasts and stomach. McShea caught at her arm, wrenching it cruelly up behind her back, forcing her over onto her stomach. Poulette came up on the other side of her and together, he and McShea pushed her shoulders tightly down, then knees wedged her own apart with a rough pressure as one of them moved in close behind her.

"Up, bitch! Kneel up!" Axel charged her, grasping her hips.

There was nothing to be gained by cooperating she reasoned; they would do whatever they intended anyway. In the end, she would probably wind up dead. She lay flatly on the bed in defiance, crying now, but in rage as much as fear. The hands holding her shoulders fast moved away, temporarily freeing her, then her arm was being thrust inhumanly upward behind her back once more and she was being hauled up and backward to her knees. She cried out, continuing to struggle against them, but she was no match for their strength.

"Fuckin' bitch!" snarled Axel as she swung her smooth rounded buttocks back and forth in a futile attempt to evade whatever he had in mind.

"I hope she throws it around like that when I get into her," McShea said, chuckling lewdly. "I'll fuck her silly."

Poulette had begun to squeeze, twist and pull at one of her full, hanging breasts, while McShea thrust her arm up further between her shoulder-blades, forcing her face down hard against the bedcover, and her swaying hips up higher into the air.

Ginny gasped with the pain as, suddenly, there was a thick invasion… a brutal probing at her naked loins from behind… as if the end of a baseball bat was being burrowed into her fear contracted vagina. She screamed, begging him to stop, but in vain. The tears gushed down her cheeks and the impalement continued, until she felt her thighs pressed wide apart, the heavy weight of his loins battering against her buttocks, shoving her face hard into the bed with the fierce pain racking her unwanting passage. The sensitive channel felt as if it were ablaze, and his massive prick ramming into it made her think of a leaden weight studded with burrs. She was in agony; her back throbbed from bending in her obscene position. Now, there were hands and more hands pawing her body, mauling her breasts and clutching at her bottom. Good God! Someone was shoving a finger right up her anus… her still smarting rectum, sore beyond reason from Larreau's sodomy of the night before.