Peter Jenkins - Drugged into sin

And she did! She wanted it over, she wanted it finished and gradually she could feel herself without feeling clasping and unclasping the tight elastic ring of her anus around the hardness of his pistoning cock in rhythm to his thrusts between the soft cheeks of her buttocks.

Why not! Why not! drummed ceaselessly through her tortured brain. This is what he wants, this is what they all want. I'll give it to them! I'll give it to them!

And then the dam burst inside her. The pain, the helplessness of her position, the lewd fucking he had given her a few moments before were all too much. Her mind and body snapped!

"Oooooh God, go ahead! Give it to me! Give it to meeeee!" She lurched crazily back against him. Screwing the soft rounded cheeks of her ass hard back against his driving pelvis. A fire sparked in her belly erupting like an explosion – driving all thoughts of rape, shame, and the fact that the crude, sweating male fucking into her from behind was her own uncle. Her own movements to end it had betrayed her and her body was no longer her body, her rectum was no longer her rectum. They all belonged to someone else, someone she didn't know, someone over whom she had no control!

"Oooooh God, NO, NO, I can't, I can't let it happen!" Her whimpers droned piteously down into the mattress, her teeth clenched tightly together in a vain, hopeless attempt to quell the holocaust of involuntary desire suddenly raging out of control down between her legs. Her last thoughts of faithfulness to Jimmy were jarred from her by the lewd, obscene words of her uncle grunting wetly down into the softness of her hair from behind.

"I knew you'd like it, baby, I knew you'd like a little cock from your old uncle. How about it, baby, don'cha?"

The very lewdness of his words coupled with the hot grunt passion smashed the last vestiges of her pride from her mind and body.

"Oh God, yessss!" she hissed, her buttocks squirming back against him now as though she were a maniac. She couldn't get enough, she couldn't get it deep enough! She wanted more! More! More!

"What'dya want, baby," he taunted, slowing his strokes to a maddening, teasing rhythm.

"I want IT! I want IT!" she whimpered, the words rolling shamelessly from her mouth.

"What, and where? What do ya want, my hot little innocent niece?" A sneer of conquest was apparent in his words as he continued the tormenting of the now fully aroused girl.

"Your cock! I want your cock fucking me in the ass! Hard! Harder, PLEASE… PLEASE… OH GOD, DO IT HARDER!"

A lewd grin of victory crossed lustfully over his lips, his cock palpitating like a beating drum. His loins were feverish, his whole body swelling with a sense of obscene triumph. He muttered, the breath coming from his lips in hard laboring gasps as he hammered harder and harder into her rectum. He could feel his cock growing on the verge of ejaculation and this would be the ultimate victory to feel his hot boiling sperm shooting deep down into her young tender asshole where no man may ever tread again. This was his triumph… the subjugation of this young, proud bitch who had lorded her body over him like she was too good for anything for so many years. But now… now he owned her. He possessed her virginal young body and she was nothing more now than a fleshy receptacle for his passion and lust and he had turned her as much animal as he was. There was no holding either of them back now.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh," she chanted her passion out beneath his pounding body, the juices of passion rising like a flood-tide deep in the well of her belly.

And suddenly it was there – there for both of them!

"Ooooo ooooo ohhhhh, baby… yes yessss… I'm cumming… I'm cumming in that tight little ass of yours!"

Christine bucked and writhed beneath her uncle like a wounded wild animal in the last throes of death, feeling a sudden jerking of his throbbing cock deep up inside her belly as he pumped his hot liquid sperm far, far up into the hidden recesses of her rectum. At the same time, spurred by the flooding release of his passion cascading through her body she could feel the fire of exploding lust erupting deep down in the secret corners of her own loins. Corners she never knew existed, corners she had never felt before. Her body shook, her nerves quivered and with a wild scream of sudden cataclysmic release she burst! Burst inside like a thousand roman candles going off at once in gentle curving arches of blinding flashes of color and light that lifted her from the earth and then crushed her to the ground again!

Their bodies quivered uncontrollably together for a few long, long moments and then her uncle collapsed over the limp, aching curves of her back. Christine lay still, the shame of what she had done and the humiliation of the knowledge that her own body had betrayed her – and betrayed her to her own uncle – seeping slowly back into her mind. She didn't dare move or open her eyes. She couldn't bear the thought of looking at him. She could never look at him again. It would always bring back the horrible, depraved memory of what he had done – or, rather what they had done. She had been as much a part of it as he had at the end and she could never forget that. She had betrayed herself, Jimmy, and all the things really that she had ever held sacred. Nothing could ever be the same again.

Later, he rolled limply from her body without saying a word. She could hear him fumbling with his pajamas by the bed and knew that he was looking down at her. She had the urge to reach down and pull the sheet up over her to cover herself from his sight but couldn't find the strength. Instead, she lay just as he had left her, flat on her stomach, with her legs still spread obscenely out on the mattress.

In a moment when he had finished dressing he bent over the bed and touched her, causing a shiver of revulsion to run the length of her battered body.

"You were a nice fuck, little niece. We'll have to try that again soon. Real soon," he chuckled. She was aware of the sound of the door opening and closing and that was all. Sleep came rapidly, a deep but tortured sleep in which the entire world was beset by nothing but hideous, ravaging monsters.

The next few weeks were lived in dread, afraid that somehow Jimmy would find out of her horrible experience with her uncle and stop seeing her. She had not been able to really look him in the eyes since that night and she knew that he realized that something was wrong. He was trying to be patient with her and kept apologizing for actions in the barn the first night of vacation.

Poor Jimmy, she thought. He is blaming himself for something that he thinks he did, when I wish that it had been him. She knew that she had been uneasy, but she was worried as well as ashamed for she hadn't been feeling well and she lived in the fear that she was pregnant from that terrible night. Her attitude towards sex had changed radically and Jimmy wondered what had caused her sudden change and willingness, not knowing that she was going to try to get him to break his promise and finally sleep with her. She couldn't bear the thought of carrying her uncle's baby… maybe she could sleep with Jimmy and then if she found out she was pregnant she wouldn't really be sure whose it was and it would be easier to take. Her mind was cluttered with every thought from running away, killing herself, perhaps an abortion… but then she wasn't really sure yet, it may just be her nerves, after all, it was a shock to her complete system and maybe this was the problem.

Each day seemed to drag by, but finally the term was over and she would be free for the summer. She had written to her aunt explaining that she had been offered a job at a summer camp in the Adirondacks as a counselor so she wouldn't be coming home. She couldn't stand the thought of looking at her uncle. She could still visualize his wicked, leering looks in her sleep and she knew that it would be a long time before she would be able to sleep peacefully and forget – if ever.