Punished

Mum had breakfast ready, and then the horn on Uncle's car heralded my sentence. She kissed me, and said, "Now you be a good girl for your Uncle, won't you dear?"

If only I had the courage to tell her what a good girl had to do for Uncle Geoff. Geoff picked up my bags and loaded them into the trunk of his car, telling me not to dally, to get in the car, we had work to do.

All the way to his office he talked about my duties. My head was swimming with the amount of information, I was getting so confused. The fear of what my life was going to be like and the lack of sleep were combining to make me light headed.

Arriving at the office, he introduced me to the staff as his new assistant. I got mostly hostile stares from my new co-workers though, not the friendly greeting I had hoped for. He showed me my office. It was small but very tastefully furnished, with the very latest equipment. The job, at least, was real and looked as if it could be interesting.

My qualifications were in business studies. So I knew, given time and patience, I could master this job. But it was frightening, almost as frightening as the prospect of moving into Uncle's flat after work tonight. The day went quickly, with Uncle only coming into my office a couple of times. Both were legitimate; requests for files or letters to be typed, the more private ones. Most of his letters were done by the pool downstairs.

I went to the ladies, and as I walked in two of the girls from the typing pool were talking about me. They shut up as soon as they saw me. I tried to ask them if there was a problem, but they wouldn't say anything. Later, during a break, I asked one of the older women if I had done something wrong. She told me to meet her in the canteen later and she would tell me what was wrong.

I waited till Geoff went out for his lunch, telling me he would be gone for an hour or more. I went to the canteen, calling for this older woman on my way. She took me to a corner table and said, "What are you doing here? The girl who did that job was sacked on Friday for no good reason. She was a very good secretary and the only reason she had to go was to make room for you. What are you? His little bit on the side?"

"No," I replied, "I'm his niece. I have just finished college and he offered me the job. He said his previous girl was leaving to have a baby."

The look on her face told me she was not lying. She said, "The poor girl isn't married, and was the only young girl who wouldn't sleep with your so-called Uncle. He has tried it on with every girl under thirty, and even some of the older women. He's what we used to call a screw, in my young days."

I sat there with my mouth open. Was this the man my mother thought of as her favourite brother? She would die if she heard this woman talk like that about him. She said, "You really didn't know did you my dear?"

I said, "I didn't even know he had this business until a few weeks ago and the job was offered to me only last night. But he told my parents before he told me and sort of made out it was a big favour. He has arranged for me to live at his flat."

She took my hand in hers and said, "You poor girl. I hope you know what you have let yourself in for, because he's as bad as they come. If he didn't pay over the rate, no-one would work for him. If there is anything I can do to help you please ask, you are going to need it. I'm sure of that. He's pure poison."

I went back to my office thinking about what Molly had said, hoping I could somehow use it to my advantage. Was there hope, light at the end of the tunnel?

All afternoon I was in a daze not really paying much attention to my work, but there was no one to see. Uncle Geoff hadn't returned at all. At about four thirty the phone rang. It was him, he had been held up. He told me to get a taxi to his flat and he would see me later. I imagined how he had been held up - some woman I was sure, but that could be in my favour perhaps. If he had spent the afternoon with some other girl, he would leave me alone tonight. I could at least hope.

The cabbie dropped me off. I wondered how I was to get into his flat, I had no key, but the concierge let me in. Uncle had phoned and told him I was arriving. The flat was as I remembered, really smart and flash, but not very homely. Dare I make it more like a place where people lived? I cooked some rice and made myself some dinner. But I couldn't eat. The worry of what was to come was so real, sitting alone in that place that felt like being in a prison.

It felt like a life sentence. Was he going to keep me here indefinitely, or just until he got fed up with me? Perhaps he only wanted me short term, but it didn't look that way. Why had he moved me into his flat if he was not thinking long term? God, how long could that be, the rest of my life being punished for one silly mistake.

I phoned mum and talked to her. She was so excited about my new job, and so confident that Geoff would look after me. If only I had the guts to tell her, that her darling brother was nothing more than a user, who preyed on any young girl - even his sister's child.

I heard him come into the lobby and rang off, telling mum I would call her tomorrow, dreading what was to come. He walked in and asked me, "Have you eaten?"

I replied, "Yes, I made some rice."

He turned his nose up, and said, "Order me some Chinese. You know what I like."

I did know, because he was always telling us how good this local Chinese restaurant was and how he ordered the same meal quite often. The number was on his pad by the phone. I called them and ordered his supper.

I could hear the shower running and hoped he was tired enough to go to bed on his own. But I was kidding myself, he called me and I obeyed him walking into the bathroom. He handed me his sponge and said, "Wash my back for me." No 'please', no grace whatsoever.

I soaped his broad back and his rather cute looking bum. He turned and said, "You made a good job of the back, now do the front. Pay special attention to my bits."

I started on his chest, getting lower and lower, not wanting to do it but knowing I had no choice. He said, "Get on with it, girl, or I shall have to punish you again like I did Sunday." I used the sponge to rub around his semi-erect cock but he said, "Leave the sponge; your hands are better for that job."

I again did as he told me, dropping the sponge into the shower tray and massaging his huge cock with my bare hands. Oh no! It was growing and growing, getting bigger by the second. He said, "That's right, you know how to do it, go on more."

He made me stand in the splash of the water and wank his big horrible cock until it spurted all over my clean clothes. I was disgusted. This was so gross, a hundred times worse that what the men at the club did - and I got paid for that. But that was only the beginning.

He said, "Get out of those wet clothes, you will catch a cold." He watched me as I stripped, ogling my body as each part became naked. I felt like I was in a strip show. He loved making me feel so humiliated.

The door bell rang; it must have been the delivery of his supper. Uncle shouted grumpily, "Well, don't just stand there, go and answer the door."

I grabbed for his towel wrap hanging on the back of the door. He snatched it away from me saying, "You weren't so shy at that club were you?"

I walked to the door and opened it just wide enough to take the food but he wanted paying. Uncle shouted, "Let him in, I will get his money."

I stepped back and the delivery men pushed the door open, his eyes taking in my body from head to toe, not missing anything. His eyes were out on stalks as he ogled me. He obviously liked my titties best, because he kept coming back to them every time, staring at the little pink buds that shamefully had grown while wanking him off. Geoff walked through, with a robe around him, tented in front by the monster he called a cock. It was so grotesque it should have been in a horror show, not sticking out of his groin.

The delivery man smiled, and said, "She's the best one yet Mr Geoff. I would like to have a go at her when you've finished, not that I could please her after she's had your weapon. I wouldn't touch the sides." He laughed and took his money.

I felt so degraded and wanted to cry, but I was not going to let either of them see how much this scenario had affected me.

He put his supper on the table and sat down, his robe hanging open, showing his big ugly cock. He said, "Why don't you kneel under the table and give me some tongue while I'm eating my supper?"

I had hoped that he had been satisfied with his afternoon dalliance. I crawled under the table, my head bumping as I tried to get his cock in my mouth. He shouted, "Well, get on with it girl unless you want your ass whipped."

My jaws ached from trying to get it in, it was just too big. I struggled to accommodate more than half of it, until he put his hand on the back of my head and pushed me down, forcing it down my throat, gagging me. He laughed and said, "You will get used to it in time, but for now just do it, because you don't want another sore ass, do you Amber?"

Trying to do as he wanted, as best I could, I gagged and choked on the nasty old thing until he grunted and filled my mouth and deep down my throat with more of his dirty cum. He held my head tight down till I almost fainted from the lack of oxygen, laughing all the time. He was really enjoying making me suffer.

At last he let me free, telling me I better go to bed as he had a big day for me tomorrow. Was that all for tonight? I so hoped it was, but you know how my luck runs by now - all bad.

He told me the spare room was mine and he said he would bring my things up from the car later. I had nothing but what I was wearing earlier, so went to bed in my bra and panties, which I had worn all day. It wasn't very hygienic but safer than being naked in this house.

I had just drifted off to sleep when he came in with my suitcases. He threw them on the bed, waking me, and said, "Move over. I'm going to fuck you to sleep tonight, little stuck-up niece."

I had expected him to climb on top of me as my previous boyfriend had, but he turned me on my side, facing away from him and bent me in half, so my bum was sticking out towards him. He fingered me for a few minutes and made me wet. I wanted to not get ready for him, but then realised he was going to have me whatever I did. So it was better to let him excite me as it would go in easier; maybe not hurt as much as yesterday.

Two of his fat fingers were reaming deep into my poor little pussy, driving me towards a climax I didn't want to have. But, despite him being my rapist, I couldn't help my body responding to him. Oh my god! I was almost there then he stopped and slapped my bum so hard I screamed out loud.

He laughed and said, "No one will hear as these flats are soundproofed." He then forced his cock into me, one hand going under my hip, the other gripping the uppermost thigh and, pulling me back, onto him he rammed it right home.

I thought he was going to split me in two. It was so painful and he was so cruel. He was enjoying not only the fact he was fucking his pretty little niece, against her wishes, but he loved hurting me as well. He wanted to hear me scream as he powered that monster deeper and deeper into me. I couldn't deny him that pleasure, as it tore deep into my body making me cry out with each thrust.

My body was hurting as never before, but it was responding to him, pushing back to meet his lustful strokes. It had taken over from my conscious mind and was doing something I didn't want it to do. My body was betraying me yet again; I could feel the ache of my orgasm building deep inside me as he entered my body deeper than anything had ever gone. So deep, it felt as if he was right inside my tummy.

But again my body was defying my mind, and loving the sensations he was causing. My peak was only seconds away. How could this much pain be so enjoyable? Even my head was telling me this was good. If only I had more input, more choice, even a tiny bit of control, but my climax came whatever I wanted, and it was so big I felt my senses swoon. I almost passed out with the passion he was creating deep, oh! so deep inside me.

His breathing was rough and ragged as he drove himself on, filling every last centimetre of me with his huge cock. I couldn't help thinking about what he had been doing all afternoon. Probably some other girl he had a hold over had been subjected to his will. I wondered if she had climaxed as hard and wonderfully as he had made me, and was still making me.

Wave after wave of lust swept over me, taking any last vestige of resistance away from me. He had claimed my body and, damn, my mind as well. I wanted this as much as he obviously did. How could something that started as a punishment be so wonderful, so totally consuming, so bloody good?

As much as I hated him and the fact that I had no choice, I was loving this. I was being fucked as never before. The boys I had dated at college were like children playing at make love compared to this fantastic lover. No, lover is not the right word, he was not loving me. He was fucking me, using me to both satiate his lust and to dominate me in the worst possible way. But I couldn't help myself from wanting it more and more.

He gave a very satisfied grunt and filled me with his seed yet again. How much could this man cum? That would be three times in less that two hours and I felt just as full of his stuff as that first time in the park. It was oozing out of me again, covering his cock with a mixture of his cum and my juices. I knew what was coming next, I didn't need telling. As he pulled it out of me, I turned and took his big nasty cock in my mouth to suck him clean.

Uncle Geoff rolled onto his back, telling me to make sure it was clean before I stopped. Thank goodness it was wilting. I had thoughts of him doing it again. I really didn't know if I could take that much sex twice in one night. My tummy was still turning over from the effects of his brutal fucking.

I lifted my head from his groin and looked up at him; the smile on his face said it all. He knew how much he had satisfied me, but he also knew he had dominated me completely.

The self satisfaction he showed spoiled the pleasure he had given me. He slapped my naked bum very hard, saying, "You are learning young lady, but there is a lot more for you to learn yet."

Pulling the covers over me, I tried to sleep. The good feelings he had created were giving way to the disgust at both him and me, for allowing him to make me come so easily and so fully. I had always been a fighter, never rolling over to the opposition, but he had made me his plaything so simply and without much effort on his part. I felt so wretched as I eventually drifted off to sleep.

It was morning again so quickly. His loud voice was calling me to get up, we had work to do. I couldn't lie in bed all day. I looked at the clock beside my bed; it was only just six o' clock. A quick breakfast and off to work, at least that was something I did enjoy for myself. I felt good at doing a proper job, and knew I was putting my mother's sacrifice to some useful purpose.

Again Mr Geoff, as he insisted on being called, went out for lunch. I had been planning all morning and, as soon as I saw his flash car going out onto the road, I went and found Molly. I wanted to ask her some very important questions. We went to the canteen but I wanted complete privacy for what I needed to know. I asked her if there was somewhere we could go that was more secluded. She smiled and said, "Come with me my dear."

She led me out of the building and round to the big courtyard where the cars were parked. She went through the cars and out onto a big grass area, sitting down on the ground. She said, "This is as private as you can get. What can I do for you?"

I started stuttering and mixing my words up. I was both embarrassed and excited but she calmed me down and got the whole story out of me. When she realised what I wanted, her eyes lit up. She said, "You have the right idea there, that's about the only way of bringing him under control."

Molly agreed to help me and we went back into the office, both much happier. Me because I could see some light, some hope at the end of the tunnel, and her because she simply hated him for what he had done to so many young girls at his company. I had some lunch in the canteen and some of the girls actually spoke to me. This was better than yesterday, but I didn't know Molly had been talking to them. They now knew I was being used, just as so many of them had been in the past.

Back in my office I worked hard and the afternoon went so quickly. I didn't want to go back to his flat but I had no choice, knowing he would take me and make my body betray my loathing of him. No matter how hard I tried, he would take me to that special place again if he wanted to. There was nothing I could do about that, I felt like a moth drawn to the flame. That would be my destruction.

I got a taxi back to his flat again. He wasn't in, so I made myself some food. I wasn't hungry I but needed to do something to take my mind off him and what he would make me do this evening. I spent some time on the phone to mum telling her the good bits, wanting to cry for help, ask her to get dad to come and get me. Take me home, away from this wicked man who had so forcefully entrapped me, both physically and sexually. Because I knew he had done something to me. I wanted his horrible old cock inside me, almost as much as I wanted to chop it off.

I had only just hung up the phone when it rang. It was Uncle Geoff, telling me he wouldn't be home as he had some business to attend to that would take all night. The way he said it made me shudder. I knew he was with another woman and to my horror I was jealous. How could I be envious of any woman who took him away from me? However, it gave me one night to myself when I didn't have to succumb to his will, his devious little tricks and his hard stinging slaps.

I went to bed early, setting the alarm to six a.m., not wanting to get into trouble for being late. I slept like a log, but had several dreams - all of them involving Uncle Geoff. None of them were very pleasant, just more of his humiliation and his violent sex. I woke up before the alarm went off, my body covered with a sheen of sweat. I felt as if I had had a nightmare, but perhaps it was just the nightmare I was living, repeating itself in my sleep.

Having a shower, and getting dressed without him there, were the first pleasures I had since leaving my home on Monday morning. I took extra care with my appearance. I wanted to look my best today. I wore panties, something he had forbidden at work or at home. Even that defiant little step made me feel better, and booking the taxi to work to his account was another little victory for me.

I was the first one in. The security guard smiled, and said, "You must be keen today."

He didn't know how keen I was, not to work but to see if Molly had done as she had promised. About eight o clock my phone rang. It was Uncle Geoff again. He said he wouldn't be in until later, he had some unfinished business. He said it with a sort of smirk in his voice, which told me he was subjecting some other girl to his devious sexual practices.

Molly came into my office and put a bundle of papers on my desk. She said, "Now get them copied, and put the originals somewhere safe where he can't find them." I thanked her and asked her to thank the girl who had written them for me. She emphasised, "Don't leave the originals in this building," then added, "Do you have a solicitor?"

I didn't but knew my dad did, so I copied the letters and phoned the dispatcher to collect them.