Chapter 4: Becoming slut

“No” I cried when I recognized the lust in my uncle’s face. I know this is wrong. He is my father’s brother. And he is having an affair with Mom.

“What? Aren’t you having an itch in your ripe little cunt of yours?” He asks as he starts crudely rubbing the top of my vagina with his thumb and thrusting his middle finger in and out of me. “This is what you wanted right? To be fingered like a whore?”

My entire body, each tissue wakes up. Each fantasy, each scene I had used to masturbate lights up in my mind. Quickly my nipples harden and I start becoming wet. I am trying hard not to moan, not to move my hips with the rhythm of his finger going in and out of me.

I know what message my wetness is going to send him. He looks like he wants to eat me. I close my eyes to stop myself from getting more excited by his look. “Uncle please let me go” I beg him and try to push his hand away before he realizes.

“Shut the f...” He says and suddenly stops thrusting. His finger is inside me, feeling me from inside. “ ... Are you fucking wet, whore?” He asks surprised.

“No” I lie. Another slap. This time I feel a rush of lust washing over me with the stinging pain on my cheek.

“Open the fucking eyes, slut” He orders. Maddeningly, I want to feel the rush of lust again. Maybe that’s why I don’t comply. He slaps again.

“Ahhhhhhh” I moan, not out of pain. I open my eyes.

I see him. He knows.

“You are liking this, aren’t you? Fucking filthy whore” He sounds both pleased and disgusted. He resumes thrusting his finger inside me and rubbing my clit with his thumb.

“No” I murmur in a very low volume. He slaps again.

“ahhhmmm” This time there is no mistaking. This is a moan of pleasure.

“You like your uncle’s finger inside your wet cunt, don’t you?” He asks again.

I know I can’t open my mouth and stop myself from moaning. I shake my head and lie again. He slaps me again.

He grabs a lock of my hair and roughly wraps it around his hand.

“Ahhhhhhhmmmm” I scream in pain as he pulls my face closer to his face by my hair. I understand why mom liked her hair getting pulled.

Frustratingly, he pulls out the other hand from inside my skirt. He brings his hand inches from my face. He shows the fingers that were inside me. “See this? This is juice! Your fuking cunt juice “ he shouts.

He targets the finger to my mouth and pushes my face towards it, shoving his finger inside my mouth. He wipes his wet finger on my tongue and I taste myself for the first time.

Before I can tell how good I taste, he suddenly orders, “Lick my finger”. Before I can think of not doing it, my tongue starts licking the length of his finger. I stop myself immediately once I realize I am doing it but the harm is done.

I find him with a satisfied villainous grin that somehow makes me feel happy and pleased with myself. “Good little slut” he says. I feel special and appreciated. He pulls his finger out and wipes my spit on my lips focusing his stare on my mouth.

He drops his finger and suddenly pushes my face toward his face by pushing my hair wrapped in his hand. “Ahhhh” I close my eyes and scream in pain. He grabs my cheek with the other hand. And immediately I feel his tongue inside my mouth. With my head locked in place, he starts licking and poking my tongue. I can’t keep my tongue from reacting and immediately it starts playing, wrestling with his tongue.

I feel his hand releasing my cheek and sliding into my shirt. He cups my breast and gives me two-three quick rough squeezes. Then he grabs my bra and forcefully rips it out. It must have snapped in multiple places!

I don’t know why ripping my bra instead of the opening is making me this hot but I feel a rush of lust wash over me. I kiss him more aggressively and start trying to suck his life out of his mouth. Before I realize it, my hands are wrapped around his neck.

He starts roughly mauling my breasts like a stress ball. I keep moaning into his mouth. He must have realized he doesn’t need to keep my face in place anymore because he lets go of my hair. I feel a little disappointed but he slides the hand inside my shirt and places it on the other breast. He starts groping both my breasts simultaneously.

But I don’t know if he is doing it intentionally, he is not touching my nipples. I am going wild with lust and frustration with every second.

Suddenly he stops kissing. I open my eyes just before he grabs my waist and pulls me into his lap. He grabs my shirt and rips them out. They break into multiple pieces.

My hands reflexively hide my breasts. I hate how my reflex works. I want to show my breasts and offer them to him but now that my hands are there, I am not brave enough to lower them.

He gives a hard slap on my cheek. I see anger on his face as he grabs my hands and forces them to my back. His anger is just exciting me.

“Hold your fucking hands together” he shouts. I do that behind my back. He grabs my hair again, and pulls my face closer to his, “If you bring your fucking hands to the front again I will fucking break them” he yells.

He doesn’t wait for my response and instead moves my head a little and locks his lips to mine and shoves his tongue inside my mouth. We start kissing again and I resist the temptation to wrap my hands around him. He starts ripping out the remaining pieces of my shirt.

He ends the kiss after I am completely naked from the waist up. He is looking up and down my body like a trophy he has won. I feel extremely pleased with myself.

“You have your slut mother’s huge whore tits.” He says. Does he know I know? No, he can’t.

He touches my areola for the first time. He gently starts circling my nipple.

“Hmmmmm” I moan gently wild with frustration.

“These nipples look ready to cut glasses” he jokes and in my mind, I plead with him to touch them.

And suddenly he lifts his hand high in the air and before I could even realize why the palm falls crashing right on my nipple.

“Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” my scream fills the room as my vision becomes temporarily dark. Before I can deal with the aching pain radiating from the nipple and the tears rolling out of my eyes, I feel him grab my arm and start roughly twisting it.

“Ahhhhhh” I scream again. “ I told you I am going to break it if you fucking bring it to the front,” he says and twists harder. I realize my hand had moved to the front and was shielding my nipple.

“Sorry sorry. Please stop” I beg and immediately move the other hand to the back. “Are you going to fucking do it again? ‘‘ he asks. “No. I won’t. I promise” I swear.

He lets go of my hand. I immediately bring it to my back.

“Good girl!” he says. He has his villainous grin again.

I realize he was just making me more obedient. He could have broken my hand if he wanted to. He just wants me to do everything and anything he tells me to and I have no option but just comply with whatever he wants. My mind starts imagining all the perverted things he can ask me to do and me doing it without resisting. I start feeling extremely hot.

“Now lift your other tit. Let’s target the nipple properly” He seems excited.

I lift my breast a little to place my nipple in the most vulnerable position. I still feel the burning, aching pain from the first nipple. He traces the path of his palm in the air. I close my eyes.