Peter Jenkins - Drugged into sin

"Don't scream, my darling niece, or I'll have to gag you! I've watched you for a long time and now I'm going to have you… break you in right. I'll teach you a few things and some new tricks that you can go back and teach that young friend of yours!" He laughed menacingly as his hand reached out and grabbed one of her breasts cruelly.

"When I'm through with you, you won't be a virgin anywhere on your body. What do you think of that?"

She tried, once again, to scream, but his hand crashed hard across her face in warning and she knew that it would be useless to fight.

She turned towards him, the color drained from her face, the fight for composure lost in a second, everything given away.

His laugh was menacing, the edge of the snarl like a razor. He was not going to show her any mercy, she was sure of that!

"What has been going on between you two? What else besides what I saw in the barn tonight?" His voice had risen to a roar.

"Answer me, answer me!" he almost screamed, and with a second blow from his hand something snapped inside her. Her fear for this brute had continued so long that it was either going to be pent-up inside forever, or it would break into rebellion now!

"We love each other," she hurled back at him.

"Well, well – so you're in love. I wonder how much he will love you after I'm through with you?" He laughed cruelly again, almost spitting out the terrible words at her.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, his hands pinning her shoulders to the blanket. With one hand on her throat he let his other roam lustfully over the curves of her breasts, pinching her already sore nipples and over the firm flatness of her belly. His fingers slowly, teasingly, ran down the supple flesh of her thighs, running towards her knees on the outside of her leg and then tauntingly, slowly, yet demandingly up the inside of her legs, squeezing the plumpness of her thighs just below the pubis. She froze, her whole body stiffened under his repelling touch. Oh God! I can't let him do this to me, she thought, but she knew that it was already too late.

She opened her eyes slightly and she could see his massive prick sticking stiffly out from underneath his cotton pajamas. He was huge! His gigantic manhood was jerking up against his belly, the head was red and throbbing. He saw her look at his manhood and chuckled, "You like it? Be patient… you shall have it shortly. You shall have it everywhere!"

He wanted to hurt her, violently, to humiliate her. He wanted to rape her, to sink his penis into her, submit her painfully to him. He wanted to humiliate her in a way that would really bite deep so that she couldn't possibly imagine that it was a kind, patient lover between her legs.

He saw her body naked and prostrate, beautiful as he had imagined it from the brief spying in the shower. Without effort he pinioned her to the bed and stripped feverishly at his own clothing.

She lay back on the bed, frozen in horror, eyes almost closed, and her face bruised and aching from where he had slapped her. She knew he was going to take her and the thought made her sick, but she felt too weak to move, too feeble to resist.

He came at her, his mouth in a fleshy snarl, his eyes crazy. His penis was taut, throbbing. It looked like an enormous bud bursting into blossom on the end of a thick, woody stem.

She wished that he would rape her and get it over with, but he was having the time of his life sadistically taunting her this way. Once again, his hand moved over her breasts, kneading and pinching mercilessly while his other hand cupped over the soft pubic hair between her legs. His fingers worked slowly, demandingly through the soft down spreading the lips of her cringing pussy until he found the flesh of her clitoris. He rubbed it cruelly until it stood up involuntarily from the obscene teasing.

"See, you do like it, you little bitch," he hissed. She could say nothing, as this terrible unwanted sensation rippled through her body.

His forefinger continued to rub her clitoris while his other fingers searched for the tight, virginal slit of her vagina. He found it and pushed and prodded at the soft, fleshy lips of her cunt and eased one finger in slowly… teasingly. She writhed helplessly under his touch, moaning hopelessly and trying to avoid his fingering, but he just pushed harder until his finger slipped wetly into the moist, warm cavern between her legs. He could feel the walls of her vagina cling tight around his finger and he teased it slowly within her, trying to force the juices of love from her. It was a natural reaction and he wanted her to be completely wet and open when he did ram it into her. Finally, he inserted another finger into her vagina. They would hardly fit she was so tight. God, she's going to be a good screw, he thought lewdly. She's so fucking tight! She cried out softly in pain as he continued his intrusion, and worked his fingers around and around inside her stretching cunt. She could not get away from him. She wanted to be sick, she couldn't stand the thought of his huge penis, penetrating her. His two fingers were too big for her to take – what in the world would she do when he finally did impale her with that monster protruding out from his belly!

With his two fingers deeply imbedded inside her vagina, he could feel a shudder run through her whole body and hear her whimper in a muffled moaning sound. He moved his fingers around inside against the jelly-like surface of her tight, restrictive cunt, reaching right up to the high arch deep inside where it ran into her cervix.

She squirmed and writhed with desperate energy, but he held her fast, and, at one furious point, he steadied her by clutching one hand around her bare waist, feeling how he could squeeze and crush her, perhaps snap the top half of her from the bottom at that brittle junction. He moved forward and pinned her writhing body tightly down into the squeaking mattress.

Struggling would do no good, she realized that, but yet she felt that she had to at least try to protect herself. The weight of his body over her and the pressure of his searching, probing hands made it all but useless and she could feel his strong erection as it jerked against the flesh of the inside of her thigh. She knew that he was going to take her… now! His breath was as rapid as a dog in heat and she waited in helpless horror for the dreadful humiliation that she was going to have to endure at the hands of her lust-crazed uncle.

She felt him move his pulsing penis higher up between her thighs and she gritted her teeth, trying to fight back the urge to be sick. She felt it probing, slipping at her between his guiding fingers. It felt massive… entirely too big to ever fit into her virginal slit.

God, it's impossible… it won't fit… it can't go in… it's impossible! she thought, but as the thoughts were racing through her mind she could feel him slowly, agonizingly slowly forcing his way into the tight, unyielding hole. She could sense her body screeching in every pore as he tried to enter her, to take away her precious virginity.

Her stretching vagina felt as if it were a raw wound, a raw sensitive wound being both soothed and stimulated by an alien pressure which was a result of his depraved cruel attack.

A groan spiraled out from the very depths of his chest, exploding from his mouth and resounding from what seemed to be every corner of the room. She wasn't sure whether the noises were entirely his or whether she was screaming aloud in her pain and humiliation.

Her vagina ached as the throbbing head of his penis pushed harder and harder against the elastic ring of her womb. Then, with one gigantic effort he threw back his head in an insane jerk of his hips and let his loins carry themselves forward at the whimpering girl. His lust-starved prick flooded into her like a great tide, bursting and smashing all before it, deeper and deeper into and through the thin membrane of her maidenhead until his pelvis smashed hard against the roundness of her buttocks. He felt the fleshy orbs flattening like a nose against a window pane as he squirmed his loins tight down between her spread thighs. He wanted to humiliate her, hurt her, make her pay for having such a young, innocent, but teasing body. He had wanted her for a long time and now he was taking her. His head flopped forward and he placed his hands convulsively on the girl's shoulders, drawing them up her back as he thrust and thrust again deeper and deeper into her cunt. He drew them with savoring deliberation down her back and held her waist for a second and then clasped her hips so that his fingers fit into the crease of her thighs and loins and his thumbs reached out for each other against her buttocks. He pulled the cheeks of her ass hard back against his onrush and held his prick inside her to its fullest extent while he revolved his hips around and around, scraping the tender, aching walls of her vagina with its giant blood-filled head.