Chapter 7

Shortly, it began to rain and Madeleine walked aimlessly in it. She had taken a cab to M. Girarde's office rather than to drive and have to search out a parking place in downtown traffic, and now in the aftermath of the degrading incident the Ministre Of Gouvernment had subjected her to, she found herself wandering erratically along hardly familiar streets, the summer downpour nearly soaking her.

Dear God, in all of her young life she had never felt so despondent... so all alone as she did at that very moment. Where could she turn? She had no one... absolutely no one. There was no way she could approach Antoine, or unburden her soul to him, and subconsciously she had been aware of this all along, which was undoubtedly the reason she had not done so already; he would never understand... never forgive her. She realized this to be a certainty, now, for the first time. And M. Girarde, whom she had misjudged entirely, he, too, was a vile beast, without the slightest touch of compassion in his heart, God, she was destitute for sympathy or a helping hand, and she must see her baby... she must, or lose her mind altogether!

So... there remained but one course... Uncle Gaston. Dear God! Could she do it? She remembered the little ogre's words: "You be 'nice' to me and I'll get your kid back for you... make Antoine accept it... Girarde is a nothing... a Ministre Of Gouvernment, but a nothing. I'll get the child. I swear it... if you're 'nice' to me..."

Oh God... have mercy on me, she thought as she felt the warmth of her tears even in the midst of the rain drops brushing down her cheeks, and then, she raised her arm at the oncoming cab and signaled it over to the curb.

"So, you finally decided to come," Gaston Larreau smirked broadly at his adopted nephew's wife standing in the doorway of his elegant, if, compact little downtown hideaway. "Took a bit of time for you to make up your mind, eh?" He chuckled, a certain licentious note prevalent in the sound. "Well... ? Don't stand there, come inside. You look like a half drowned rat. What the hell've you been doing, crawling in the gutter?"

With downward cast eyes, Madeleine entered and felt a cold little chill ripple along her spine as he closed the door behind her and locked it securely. But she didn't look at him; she couldn't as yet. Again she heard him snigger deep in his throat.

"You better get those clothes off," he said matter-of-factly. "You must be soaked to that pretty soft skin of yours. Wouldn't want you catching a cold on my account, eh? Antoine would never forgive me." This time, he laughed loudly.

She stood with her back to him, yet to speak her first word since he'd answered her ring, and now he walked up to her, slipping one arm around her waist affectionately, then letting his hand slide down over the full round line of her hip and back to smooth over her buttocks as he bent forward to peek up into her face. She felt her flesh cringe and grow taut to his touch beneath the clinging wet garments, and she steeled herself to keep from bolting and screaming.

"Ah, chere, I see you've taken a more sensible outlook on things today," he said, leering up at her. "Not quite to my expectations... but passable, temporarily. Now... why don't you run into the bedroom and undress so that we can get these clothes dry. You'll find a choice of feminine wear to your liking... but don't overdue it, ma chere, eh? After all, you won't be needing it long." He laughed. "Now, go ahead while I mix us a drink..."

"U-Uncle Gaston... please... I-I..." Madeleine started, hesitantly, the fear and shame distorting her lovely face obviously even to him.

He surprised her then by taking her firm, pointed chin delicately in his pudgy hand and raising it. "Look, Cheri, don't be afraid. I'll protect you... and I'll get your baby for you, just as I promised last night, but... but you must be good to me," he said, moving in close to her, both arms encircling her while his hands cupped familiarly the full round orbs of her lush buttocks. Playfully, he squeezed, massaged and joggled them in his fat little hands, while a degrading sensation of incestuousness raced through her; then, he drew her tight to him, pressing his massive belly against her own flat one, his heavy thighs crowding hers, and the hardness of his obviously jerking member grinding into her pelvis. At equal height, his lips sought hers hungrily, and closing her eyes to shut out the sight, she suddenly felt his wet, open mouth ravenously suck in her soft lips, while his thick tongue brushed over them, then crashed brutally between them into her mouth and throat.

Madeleine didn't fight him; instead, just as she had closed her eyes to the sight of him, she now closed her mind to his actual existence and the despicable, nauseating things he was doing to her. One thought, and one thought alone filled her repulsive mind... Igat... her own little Igat... !

Dear God, forgive me... forgive me...

"Please... ?" she managed at last, gently pushing back from him. "L-Let me get these... these wet things off..."

He backed away, smiling crookedly, displaying his gold teeth. "Oui, oui, but hurry, chere, I think it's about ready to burst a blood vessel, eh?" He laughed obscenely and watched her walk quickly into the bedroom, closing the door. He called after her: "I'll mix us a drink..."

Madeleine lay back against the closed door, her hand immediately going to cover her face as a sob burst from her throat. Her mind suddenly raced backward in time to a similar horror in her life in a shabby little motel at Riviere du Loup and a chilling sliminess crept over her, causing her whole body to tremble repugnantly. Mother of God! She couldn't go through with it! She just couldn't... ! There was no way... ! Yet, even as her tormented mind churned in painful turmoil, she was unzipping her dress from behind and stepping out of it... choking back little convulsive gasps as she lifted her slip over her head... whimpering to herself while simultaneously she stepped out of her shoes, then, rolled her pantyhose down over her lush round hips and buttocks, finally lowering herself to the bed where she could more easily slide them along the long white columns of her legs... and the tears continued to dribble in fine rivulets down her lovely cheeks. She stood, then, and reaching behind with both hands, unhooked her bra to let it slip away and reveal her trembling, full, erect breasts, while a cool rush of air brushed over them causing their tiny nipples to tauten of their own volition. She emitted one last little sob as she stared at the reflection of her soft, naked, voluptuousness in the full-length wall-mirror, realizing suddenly that her natural instinct had been the superior force dominating and guiding her hands... that all other self protecting emotions were subservient to this most natural of inborn proclivities... and abruptly she raised her chin in a gesture of defiance, her deep dark eyes leaping to life with a sparkling glint of determination... She could and would do anything to get her Igat back! Nothing or no one else mattered... especially herself! Yes, she could and she would... !

The door opened suddenly and Uncle Gaston entered, drinks in his hands, only to stop short as he gaped in breathtaken dazzlement at the magnificent splendor of her unexpected nakedness before him.

Madeleine, hardly use to even the thought of her determined, if, artificial sang-froid, fell backward a step with the shock, grabbing up her sheer slip to hold it protectively in front of her beneath her chin.

"Jesus Christ!" Uncle Gaston gasped. His mouth hung open as if hinged, his little colorless eyes beading excitedly as they fell to the almost completely exposed delightful extremities of her rounded soft white thighs and tapering calves below the short silken garment she held raised protectively. "Y-You're beautiful, Cheri... Goddamn... ! Beautiful... !"

Madeleine couldn't speak; she stared at him in immediate wild-eyed confusion, the first waves of shame and fear taking precedent over all else, and then, as he slowly began to move toward her, she automatically retreated... forgetting that only the bed lay strategically behind her.

The drinks in his hands forgotten, Larreau set them on a table, never taking his hungry, lecherous eyes from her. Spontaneously, his thick tongue darted out to lick at his dry, rubbery lips as he continued to close slowly in on her.

In near terror now, Madeleine's eyes screamed her fright at him while her brain raced in wild chaos as she backed ever closer to the bed, her head beginning to wag negatively, causing her still damp, long raven tresses to brush about her shoulders in mild frenzy. At last, a word formed on her lips and she blurted it out: "N-No... ! No... ! No... !"

Larreau was already breathing heavily while his eyes devoured the outlined contours behind the clinging, almost gossamery slip she held in front of her, a flickering sight of black, silken, pubic hair at the joined apex between her thighs briefly catching his eye her every backward step. Again, he ran his tongue over his lips.

"Be nice," he hissed, "That's all, Cheri... just be nice... like we agreed, eh... ? Everything'll be all right... I swear it will... Maybe... maybe, you'll even like it if you give yourself a chance... I'll be gentle... and... and you be nice... okay... ?"

"Oh... Oh God! U-Uncle Gaston... God Almighty, I can't... ! Oh please, I just can't... !" She let out a scream of surprise then, the edge of the bed catching her behind the knees and she fell backward, her legs spreading apart as she lost her balance, the delectable sight of the tight pink slit in her sparse, hair-lined loins sending a licentious charge of lust jolting through him and quickly he forced his knees between her scissored thighs, clutching at them so that she could not slither or roll away from him while he knelt upright above her.

Madeleine let off a choking gasp and clung insanely to the slip that covered her breasts and stomach, entirely unaware that her crotch was completely exposed to him, and she continued to toss her head wildly in her fear and shame as abruptly, she realized the hopelessly entrapped position she was in.

"Oh God, stop! Stop it this minute!" she cried, futilely attempting to squirm from beneath him. "You can't... ! I won't let you! Mother of God, think of Antoine, Uncle Gaston... !"

"And you think of your kid!" he shot at her.

"I know... I know... but there must be some other way..."

"There's no other goddamned way!" he spat viciously. "I'm going to fuck you, damn your luscious young ass! I'm going to bury my cock in that tight little pussy hole of yours if it's the last thing I ever do, you hear me?"

Madeleine froze beneath him. Her mouth fell open loosely, her eyes glazing behind the blur of her tears as the horrid filth he had spewed caused a wave of loathing horror to surge through her. And then, she felt his fat, sweaty little hand with unbelievable tenderness sliding along the white, satiny smooth flesh of her inner-thigh, and she cringed to its touch as it moved ever upward toward the dark fringed juncture where it brushed and pressed skillfully against the fleshy hair-lined lips of her sensitive vagina, causing an uncontrollable little moan to escape her.

"Ohhhhh, no, Uncle Gaston... no, no... it's wrong... so wrong..." she whimpered vainly.

Larreau ignored her pleas, hardly hearing her as with his other hand he gently tugged the covering of her slip from her reluctant grasp, his breath catching in his throat at the enthralling spectacle of her round, full breasts standing proud and firmly erect, their small ruby-like nipples distending from the unwanted manipulations of his hand between her thighs.

"There now, Cheri, that's better," he said, bending down for a closer look at the thin, pink, hairline split running the length of her open crotch through the ovaled milk-white spheres of her buttocks pressed tightly to the mattress. He sucked in his breath at the unbelievable sight before him, her little agonized moan of degradation falling on deaf ears. He'd fucked and raped many luscious young creatures, but never anything like this; never anyone so tender, so lovely, so proud. The mere thought of her helpless, involuntary moans of pleasure tumbling from those soft red lips taunted his prick into a stone hardness. He could feel the blood pounding almost painfully into its massive, expanded head; he felt the small thick drops of seminal fluid already seeping from the sensitive glans at its tip, smearing wetly against his thigh. Christ, his own nephew's wife! Just the incestuous thought was inspiring a form of sadistic delight such as he'd never known before, initiating an actual ache in his cock... until he was forced to open the fly of his trousers to ease the pain. Then, using thumbs pressed to either side of her fleshy, hair-shadowed cunt-lips, he tenderly spread the vertical aperture until its moist, pink loveliness flowered open to him, and his mouth fell agape at its sparkling jewel-like majesty. He felt her warm, soft, inner-thighs quiver uncontrollably to the backs of his hands and heard her breath hitch deep down in her gasping throat, followed by a half-choking moan.

Madeleine, her shame and degradation even greater with the sudden realization that his depraved manipulations at her sensitive genitals were causing incredulous prurient sensations to tingle unwantedly through her, moaned aloud in emotional agony and an unbelievable growing sensual desire; tiny electric-like shocks began to ripple along the satiny flesh of her legs, and she again squirmed her buttocks down into the softness of the bed, her moan dissolving into a near helpless whimper as his fingers taunted the moist slit of her tender vagina.

Oh God, no... no! It's wrong... wrong! I can't let him do these things to me... Dear God! Please... no... nooooo...

Expertly, Larreau leaned even closer into her delightful naked loins, and with the tip of his tongue opened the soft and delicate inner petals enshrining her clitoris. He felt the erotic shock of his oral touch surge through her convulsively.

"Oooohhhh, Mother of God! What are you doing?" Madeleine gasped, jerking her head erect to stare down with gaping eyes between her proud, rotund breasts at his lowered, balding head buried in her crotch. Then, his colorless little eyes were looking up over the sparsely silken, hair-covered mound and smiling at her sadistically. "Ooohhh, Mon Dieu!" she gasped and twitched as his hot, moist lips closed over the soft mound there at the base of her belly in plain sight. Then, once more, his entire face disappeared from her view into the soft fleece between the thighs he was raising upward and pressing back toward her breasts while he planted wet, taunting kisses on the closed thin furrow, his tongue flicking lizard-like at the now quivering opening.

Madeleine gasped with a breathless, almost hissing sound beneath his tantalizing abuse, her elbows pressed tightly against her ribs and her head rolling from side to side in utter desperation as suddenly, his hot searing tongue shot out, its soft flicking tip circling her pulsing erected clitoris.

Oh Dear God!

The lips sucked, drawing the warm, soft folds deep into the cavern of his gently biting mouth, while his tongue continued its maddening licking against the urgent pink smoothness of her now opened sex.

Antoine! Antoine! Mon Dieu, help me, Cheri!

She felt the hot gushes of his breath graze her sensitive, secret flesh and she moaned aloud in her shame, her head still raised; she caught at her breath as she heard him grunt, then felt the full length of his long, hot tongue slide wetly up into her disgraced, palpitating vagina.

"Ohhhh, please... no, don't! Not even Antoine has ever done that to me. Blessed Mother... I beg you, stop, please... please... Oooohhhh!"

Her body responded automatically, jerking with convulsive lurches, loud groans emitting from her chest as her buttocks ground again and again downward in an effort to escape the bestial outrage he was committing upon her defenseless genitals. Her stomach churned in veritable repulsion and she wailed loathingly as his tongue slithered in and out of her unwanting pussy in wild animallike fury.

"Damn you! Damn you!" she groaned in her debased humiliation and to Larreau's delight, as her head began to wag insanely while she kept it raised in disbelieving horror to watch his violent assault. She couldn't believe it! She couldn't! Yet, she knew it was happening as she felt his long, seething tongue race up into her unreceptive, yet rapidly dilating cunt. "Ohhhhh, dear Jesus... please, Uncle Gaston... I beg you... stop... stop," she pleaded feebly in her degraded shame as unwanted twinges of vile pleasure began to pervade her whole body from his depraved animallike tonguing of her moist, quivering slit.

Larreau worked hungrily, feeling the soft, wet, pubic hair brushing his cheeks tauntingly. He had completely opened the front of his pants, pushing them and the silk shorts beneath them, down, and now he slowly massaged the heavy thick foreskin back and forth over the jerking head as he continued spearing his hot, flicking tongue deep into her cunt. When he had first laid eyes on her the day Antoine had brought her home, he knew then that he'd have her for his own pleasure, but he'd never dreamed it would be such a simple coup, such an enrapturing, satisfying seduction... and now, here she lay, squirming wantonly beneath his tongue and completely at his mercy... yet to realize how much she was loving it... but that would come... that would come, and soon... he was confident of it.

He let his hands slip up over her smooth, flat belly to the full, firm flesh of her nipple-hardened breasts, cupping and squeezing them teasingly while his mouth and tongue performed lasciviously at the wide-spread split down between her legs with wet, obscene sucking sounds that filled the room, and again, Madeleine saw his eyes locked sadistically on her defiled, tormented face, waiting for her total surrender to his vile debasement of her pride and morals as well as her betraying body.

She clenched her small hands into fists, her arms drawn back so that her hands were nearly touching her shoulders, as were her knees near touching her throbbing breasts, her entire, vibrant, naked flesh steeled against the perverted abuse he was forcing her helpless body to endure. She was trapped; there was nothing she could do; he could have his way with her, but she would never allow herself to willingly submit... never! Never! She had to fight him, if only in the subjugation of her defenseless body, she thought, as he continued to suck insanely at her crotch, trying desperately to keep her brain from acknowledging the wild, blissful sensations coursing maddeningly through her every vein, muscle and cord from his carnally depraved, oral outrage.

Vaguely, she recalled the few times Antoine had started to make love to her this way, and how she had immediately stopped him because M. Keel had ran his tongue up through her and she'd never forgotten the depraved ecstasy of such love... had Antoine only been a man and insisted. Truly, she had never known such enrapturing delight... but she must keep control of herself... ! She mustn't give herself to this debauched, incestuous pig who was humiliating her beyond her wildest imagination... when there was absolutely nothing she could do but lie beneath him and accept whatever degradation he chose to inflict upon her! Oh dear God! My Antoine... forgive me my darling... ! Oh... ! Oooohhh... !

Her groans drove Larreau's tongue faster and faster as it worked its way up and down the throbbing, pulsing lips of her tortured cunt. Yes, yes! She was going to beg and plead for his cock before he was finished with her. Even now, she was hotter than most women ever dreamed of getting, but she was inwardly still trying to fight it. He could almost laugh aloud... if his tongue and mouth weren't so damned occupied. Fight it, bitch! You're too far beyond the point already to struggle against anything I decide to do... and I can conceive weird, erotic approaches and positions we might try upon your lovely docile, desire-wracked body... and very, very soon.

He could not keep from gloating as suddenly her hands were toying about his head, her long fingers caressing it while moans continued to emit from her incessantly. And then, all of a sudden, she was no longer toying but clutching as the moans tumbled from her lips in a rhythmic chant, her head rolling from side to side... and then, she was clawing at his naked scalp, grasping at his ears in an attempt to guide his face to the small palpitating opening of her vagina. He plunged his tongue into the soft hair-rimmed flesh, taunting it momentarily, then quickly withdrawing it to tantalize the ragged pink edges.

She cried out in her confused need and clutched at him, forcefully pressing his mouth directly over the tight little hole in her squirming crotch.

Once more, he complied, ramming his tongue deep down into it, rounding his lips and covering the clasping viscous opening to bring a low guttural groan from this lovely creature whose warm soft thighs were closing spasmodically around either side of his head. He could feel the wet, velvety cuntal-flesh slip moistly around his long extended tongue as the delicate walls of her invaded vagina opened and closed in an unmistakable hungry sucking motion, attempting to draw his tongue deeper and deeper into it. It seemed to him that the nibbling, hair-lined pussy was suddenly endeavoring with a separate lust of its own to extract his tongue by the roots and devour it entirely. Her heels began to involuntarily push down against his back, pressing his obese body into the soft, quivering flesh trap between her wide-spread, uptilted legs. His nose was tight against her trembling clitoris and with every inhalation he sensed the poignant aromas of her ever increasing lustful, lubricious state. Christ! Its delicate piquancy was driving his cock to an impossible hardness, an erection that was near-aching and throbbing with the ferocity of an exposed nerve in a tooth. He had to fuck the little bitch soon, else, he was certain, his balls would blow apart!

Madeleine's voluptuously naked body was completely swept up in the enchanting rapture overwhelming her. Her brain whirled in tormented delight as hazily she realized that she was rapidly losing all physical control beneath this lewd and depraved outrage Antoine's own uncle was committing upon the most secret places at her crotch. Every muscle of her sex-incited being was tensed as she strained her hips upward toward the maddening debauchery between her legs.

Oh Antoine... my love... my darling... I'm lost... lost! He has mesmerized me! I cannot stop now... I can't... I can't! If only you had been the first, my darling... Oh, why didn't you tell me it was like this! Ooohhh... Oooohhh... Oooohhh... ! I... I think I'm going to... to burst with ecstasy... !

And then, thoughts of Antoine licking and thrusting his tongue up into her warm, waiting cuntal passage excited her even more. Her drawnup legs opened and closed around the tormenting head controlling the ravenous, slashing tongue that was licking at her passion-seared hole. The cords of her neck stood out in strained relief as she clawed and pulled at his head savagely, splaying her shapely long legs out wider and wider to the sides, allowing him greater access.

Her body had deserted her; it was his to do with as he pleased; Madeleine realized this with debased certainty as he slipped his hands beneath her quivering buttocks and pulled them up to him with brutal authority. They jerked and spasmed of their own volition beneath the plunging tongue sending wild erotic jolts of never-before experienced sensations surging through her love- neglected body. And then, suddenly, she felt his tongue flick from her vagina downward toward the solemnly private little puckered hole of her anus. She stiffened... wanted to scream... but instead she moaned in rapture at the surprising, wet, seething contact of his pleasure-giving tongue with the forbidden, sensitive orifice. She closed her eyes and licked at her lips in the sensual delight racing wildly through her body.

Responsively, she cried: "Oh don't... don't, Uncle Gaston... Mon Dieu!" even as she rolled her hips and tried to screw her taunted rectum back onto his stiff probing tongue.

Larreau could stand it no longer. Suddenly, he knelt up and tore the clothes from his grotesque body while she lay beneath him with closed eyes and tossing head, helpless mewls and whimpers erupting from her throat constantly as she awaited his next move with almost ungovernable impatience. His cock jerked and throbbed insanely. He grabbed her flailing legs behind the knees, thrusting them roughly back against her shoulders, slithering his squat, corpulent body up her sweat-coated flesh simultaneously. His rigid, cavorting prick brushed teasingly against the wetness of her sparse, soft pubic hair. He splayed his pudgy hands beside both of her shoulders and forced her legs up and back until her ankles were locked obscenely behind his neck. He gaped down between their bodies and saw her upturned crotch and the magnificence of her ivory-white buttocks completely exposed to him.

The expanded, narrow cunt-slit was visibly throbbing, the wet, coral furrow held wide apart by the pressure of his thighs tightly up against her own.

"Now, my little Cheri, I'm going to fuck you," Larreau said down to her, a lewd smile twisting his round, evil face. "Oui... I'm going to fuck and fuck you until that little cunt of yours screams for mercy, eh?"

Madeleine lay beneath him in a sensuously hypnotic state, her eyes fixed on the movements of his ugly mouth spouting the obscene words at her, their vile salaciousness echoing excitingly against the walls of her erotically steeped brain, even as she still fought feebly to control this gradual subjugation of her mind. Her body had betrayed her, but she must somehow maintain control of her wits. Oh, dear God in heaven... ! It's useless; Useless!

She could feel the fleshy hugeness of his lust-hardened cock lying the full length of her open, quivering vaginal slit. The jerking, rubbery head of his cock lay palpitating between her wide-spread buttocks, insinuating itself in a rising and falling, sawing motion, a maddening tease that caused her to grind her hips down toward it, her agonized pussy searching hungrily for its turgid blood-filled tip.

My God! I've got to have it inside me! My body is screaming for its hot, throbbing hardness! Oh, Antoine... Antoine... forgive me... but I must have it inside me! Must! Must! Must!

In a near frenzy, Madeleine groped with her hands beneath the cheeks of her raised ass to grasp the unbelievable length of his rock-hard shaft. She gasped in awe as her fingers encircled it, unable to go fully around it, and momentarily a little spasm of fright trickled through her, but then her tightly closed hands began caressing it tenderly... almost reverently, and she sensed its convulsive jerk against her soft palms, and the viscid fluid that oozed in droplets from its lust-inflated head. She maneuvered it up the vale separating the soft, full, vibrant moons of her buttocks, never allowing it to lose contact with her flesh, and then she adjusted it between the ravenously lubricated lips of her voracious vagina. She held it in place with one hand while the other clutched at his hip in her effort to pull it into her, that it might satisfy the gnawing, hot, lust burning all the way into her belly.

Larreau could not resist the temptation to taunt as she began to squirm and writhe beneath him, lifting her magnificent sparsely-haired loins up toward the bulging head of his prick that lay with only its tip inside the moist, fleshy lips of her cunt, even though he had all he could do to keep from plunging into her, but his sadistic desire to torment couldn't be denied. Shortly, he'd empty his load of white, hot sperm into her steaming hole, but at the moment, he must taunt her... and he did... listening to her pleading moans to be taken... watching her beautiful, almost virginal ass twist and jerk in its craving beneath him... Then, he flicked his hips forward.

Madeleine winced audibly as she felt the lips around her throbbing vagina forced open. Its elastic rimmed tightness resisted momentarily, then gave way before the sharp, brutal pressure. The sudden, unexpected agony shattered her ecstatic sensations with the finality of a well-placed bullet and mechanically she found herself trying to resist the penetration, squealing a throaty wail at the same time.

Gaston Larreau reveled in that. Her painful cries sent sadistic chills of delight surging through him. But they were not enough; he wanted to hear her scream for mercy! He couldn't endure the waiting any longer! He rammed into her with a brutal thrust of his hips, a momentary, contemptuous thought of his nephew dancing through his brain as he sunk his lust-hardened cock all the way in to his pelvis, his sperm-bloated balls slapping resoundingly against her twitching anus while she ground her frantically squirming buttocks down violently into the mattress in her attempt to escape the cruel, instantaneous impalement.