Chapter 7

At school Annie Purcell's classmates had begun to look at her as if she were some sort of freak. Sympathy had quickly given way to coarse mutterings and lurid stares, shocking the pretty teenager at first, but not for long. Several times she caught so- called girl friends gaping disparagingly at her, while boys ogled after her with snickering little laughs, vulgar whisperings passing amongst them. What was it Birt Smith, a boy who had been trying to date her for months, had said: "Oh, to be a dog... !"

It amazed Annie that she was being veritably ostracized, yet simultaneously, it fascinated her in the realization that she welcomed her banishment from their junior league! Since her incredible sexual ravishment by the mind-shattering Caesar, nothing had been the same for her. She was no longer that child- like teenager the powerful dog had chosen to assault and rape, and well did she know it. Once the traumatic effects had passed, she'd been left with only the acute awareness of mental and physical changes, especially within the intimate female of her young, awakened body. Constantly, she relived every vivid moment of his fierce ravishment, and the uncontrollable manner in which she had finally given herself to him in wild, abandoned passion!

More than just the natural secrets of life had flowered open to her that unbelievable night, the chestnut-haired young teenager realized. The bursting, impalement of his huge, hard animal-penis slithering up into the virginal core of her naked young loins had kindled a ravenous, burning hunger and left it smoldering there in her craving belly, ending her adolescent stage forever!

She thought of that now as she sat on the couch with one shapely white leg folded beneath her, staring idly at the TV and sipping on one of her uncle's beers. She would never have cried rape either, she remembered, if Fred Clark hadn't happened along when she was trying to stumble home completely naked. God, what else could she say but the truth? Again, she drank lightly from the bottle and smiled to herself, thinking of the way the old geezer had lecherously gaped at her, then tried to put his arms around her and fondle her young curves as if to comfort her.

Sex, the delicious ingredient that made life worth living for the young and old alike, she mused, delighted with the pleasant feelings filling her. The beer had added to them and Uncle Link didn't mind her snitching one now and then as long as she didn't overdo it, though she couldn't help but wonder how he'd feel about the marijuana joint she had just smoked. He shouldn't really mind that either, seeing that he was Crescent Valley's sole supplier... another fact she'd forced herself to face these past two days.

She keenly surveyed the thinning cloud of sweet-smelling, bluish smoke, her vision seemingly accentuated as she watched it curling outward through the screens of the window and opened front-door. It was a comparatively new experience for her, only the last two days, and simple enough to come by at school. Leo Vincent had hesitated to sell it to her because of Uncle Link, but once she'd resorted to a bit of seductive charm, the pimply-faced character had been ready to do a Sir Walter Raleigh for her. God, just the sight of him nauseated her... but she'd gotten what she wanted, and that was the way of this world, wasn't it?

What was that saying... "A dog eat dog existence?" Appropriate, to say the least, she tittered to herself, stretching out her naked, shapely white legs before her, their small feet raised from the floor with barefooted toes curling back toward her. She felt the tautening muscles and cords in her firm, rounded thighs tingling excitingly in their agitating strain of her loins and smooth little belly. A tiny tremor rippled upward to trace along her spine, suggestively inspiring lustful thoughts and anemones.

God, she thought, if only there was some way she could entice him back once more... at least, once more! The crazy-wild sensations he'd sent screaming through her! And when she'd cum with his great animal cock up inside her pussy... oh wow! Her finger was nothing in comparison! She couldn't help but wonder if a boy, or man could make her cum like that! It was as if she'd exploded inside, she graphically remembered! The very earth had trembled! Was it like that with the man you fell in love with... or any man, at all... ?

She brushed her small hand over the snug, sleeve-like leg of her knitted hot-pants, noting the way they provocatively clung to the outline of her full white thighs and sensuous little hump of her vaginal lips. Even with panties, she heatedly discerned, they clung there, visually emphasizing the puffy crease between her legs. Now, what sharp little male mind could have devised these teasers... or had it been a female... a lesbian perhaps, she thought, intrigued with her own new sensually awakened world? God, how could girls give themselves to other girls when there were boys... men... dogs, such as Caesar?

God, she was hot again! Again... ? Still, was more like it... and there came Uncle Link's car swinging into the driveway... the end of a perfect Saturday morning. Nell was gone, and there was housework to be done. She should fix him some lunch. He must be tired after all night... and his bleached, ex-bed-partner had hightailed it, a move Annie couldn't blame her for after seeing her face.

Oddly enough, she didn't seem to mind the older woman's leaving. In fact, she was pleased that she was gone. Neither of them needed her... not anymore. Before... B.C... before Caesar, Annie mused, smiling to herself at her clever parallel, she'd felt the want of the woman's presence as some sort of fortifying buffer against her uncle's overwhelming maleness. But not any longer. A new and intriguing world had been opened to her... and she was capable of looking after herself now, as well as Uncle Link... !

Link Morgan partially staggered into the kitchen of his frame-house on Cypress Street shortly after noon. In his gruff mind he was well aware of his drunkeness, as well as the dull, throbbing ache at his heavy loins. Lydia Newell, the young bitch, had done nothing but add to the latter. She was some sort of cock-tease all right, he reflected, jerking open the refrigerator door to search for a beer. He preferred liquor, but knew he didn't have a drop in the house. A stubby brown bottle, capped and cold, caught his eye and he extracted it.

The little cunt... if only she wasn't Newell's daughter! He'd have fucked her for sure... sitting there in her daddy's chair with her legs teasingly spread and no panties... nothing but black-haired young cunt nakedly winking at him! She knew... she knew all right, the little bitch... with her tight young pussy glaring at him... knowing he dare not make that mistake! Christ, his cock felt like a swollen lead-hammer! The little pricktease... but she had an idea, didn't she... and she wanted Mark Blakely's balls... that was something... if they could pull it off... ! The kitchen door swung toward him and his niece, Annie, entered carrying an empty plate and beer-bottle. Link stared at her in the tightly clinging hot-pants, their patterned black brevity revealing the beginning swell of curved white flesh to her smooth young buttocks when she crossed in front of him. His eyes jerked upward to the wispy little halter that was barely containing her firm, full breasts, and she smiled at him, tossing her chestnut-hair back, the movement causing the youthful, ripe mounds to gently ripple.

"Hi, Uncle Link... I saw you drive in," she said, placing the dish and bottle in the sink. "Hope you don't mind my drinking one of your beers?"

"O-One now and then won't hurt you," he said, with thickened tongue.

"Are you hungry? Can I get you some lunch... or breakfast?"

He stared at the tempting white columns of her teenaged legs, their full roundness of thigh, the satin-like, tapering shapliness of their youth as they swept downward curvaceously into slender ankles. She was barefooted, her toes glinting with pearlish nail- polish. His red-rimmed eyes razed back upward over her, hungrily dwelling on the curved arch of her ovalled young buttocks inside their skin-tight, contrasting hot pants, and the way they nuzzled tightly into the crotch below her flat teenaged belly. The big man swallowed drily, his eyes gaping at the naked smooth flesh whitely separating the two black garments, and again as they raised to the lushness of her thrusting, girlish breasts, their tiny pebble-like nipples embossed against the flimsy material hiding them from him... !

"Can... can I get you something, Uncle Link?" Annie repeated, her voice momentarily catching.

The big man licked at his lips, then grinned at her. "You can open this beer, Baby," he said, and then when she came close enough, he reached out to encircle his powerful arm around her slender waist.

A little gasp of surprise escaped Annie as he effortlessly snuggled her against him, his great shock of white hair and unshaven face roughly grazing the soft flesh of her left arm, while his big hand spread hotly across her naked midriff. "You're a sweet little girl, Baby," he hissed, "a... a sweet little girl to your Uncle Link..."

"I-I try to be," she heard herself say, hardly aware that she was even speaking. The feel of his male closeness and his hot, rough hand on her sensitive exposed skin flashing an unexpected sensation to her brain. It... it had to be the pot and beer, she reasoned, forcing a little laugh. "Better let me go if you want this beer opened..."

"To hell with that!" he choked, taking it from her and setting it on the table? "I don't need it as much as I need you, baby girl! Yeah... old Uncle Link needs you bad right now, Annie doll... and you know what I mean, don't you? You've had it... Caesar, I mean, the goddamned dog! I... I won't hurt you as much as he did, Baby! I swear it... I won't hurt you at all!"

Annie sensed every muscle in her tender young body grow tense! It... it had finally happened... the very dreaded moment she'd feared so long, yet chose to ignore! Nell Carter's presence had given her a feeling of safety... but Nell was gone! She had nothing but her own ingenuity... and that was little short of a drug-weakened joke!

"Pl-Please, Uncle Link... let me open your beer... ?"

"Piss on the beer, little girl!" he vulgarly replied, holding tightly to her as he stumbled onto his feet, then swept her up bodily inside his strong arms. Her naked legs futilely kicked when he clutched one rounded young breast inside the palm and grasping fingers of his huge hand, the other wrapping around the smooth flesh of her thigh until one long, thick finger brushed at the outlined little slit her snug hot-pants emphasized between her legs. "After six years, I deserve more than that, Annie baby... more than that!" He started to walk with her, moving through the house toward his bedroom, she wildly realized, as she squirmed and flailed helplessly inside the tight grip of his powerful arms and hands. "It ain't as if you've never been fucked before, girl!" he drunkenly blurted, his voice anything but harsh. "I ain't going to hurt you, Baby, I promise... !"

"Oh God no... please, Uncle Link... please?" Annie begged, his use of the four-letter work sensually knifing up between her legs with a strange fiery excitement. She had never heard it used before with such definite meaning... in fact, she wasn't certain she'd ever heard it actually spoken... ! "Please... please don't... my God, think of Mama... !"

Link threw her onto his bed and glared drunkenly down at her. "You little bitch! Damnit, don't ever say anything like that to me again, you hear?" he snarled. "Don't ever mention your mama! This is between you and me! Goddamn, Annie girl... I need you! Your Uncle Link needs you right now! I ain't going to hurt you, I said! You got to trust me... and I promise, I'll make it good for you... real good! You got to trust me, Baby! You understand... do you? Well, do you... ?"

"Oh... oh, Uncle Link... I'm afraid! We shouldn't... you know we shouldn't!" Annie gasped, an uncontrollable tremor of excitement quaking her voice as she began to cry, tears dampening her teenaged cheeks.

Link dropped down beside her, hungrily clutching her youthful curves tightly against him. He smothered her with his massive body, kissing her face and throat while he raked his huge hands over her, lustfully discovering the firm young curves of her ripe, teenaged body as she began to whimper and moan beneath him. "Christ!" he swore, as suddenly she groaned aloud and seemed to melt up against him, her small hands clutching at his back, her tiny, sweet-tasting tongue darting into his mouth!

His own coarsely groaning sounds filled the room as hungrily, he sucked at her little-girl tongue while his fumbling big hands began to pull at the brief pieces of clothing covering her.

"No! No wait... don't tear them!" Annie managed, withdrawing her tongue and pressing her hands against his chest. "I-If you're really going to do it to me... let me take them off! They're the only hot-pants I've got."

"Jesus Christ!" Link choked, finally rolling off of her, the fearful little smile she was offering him about to drive him ape! Then, when she was free to get up, she leaned forward and kissed him on the lips first, abruptly hopping from the bed like an imp... but a more ravishing imp... than he'd always thought of her as being. "Listen, my little girl... I'll buy all the goddamned hot-pants, or anything else you can come up with! You hear me, Baby? You do this for your Uncle Link, empty his balls good, and he'll take care of you! Anything you want, just ask... that's all... !"

Annie stood beside the bed looking down at him, the excited, frightened smile on her pretty young face unrestrainably founded on the wildly growing sexual sensations permeating her whole trembling young body. It had to be the pot and beer, she realized, that on top of the sensual awakening that the dog Caesar, had unleashed within her! She wanted to know... had to know... and yes, she owed him something... even this, she defensively acquiesced, reaching up behind her back to remove her halter.

"You better take those clothes off now," she whisperingly suggested, as she slowly removed the halter to expose her young, full breasts to him. "You might not get another chance... and then, you'll miss the boat."

"Christ... I'll be a... goddamn!" Link mumbled, his eyes faxed on the tantalizingly revealed charms of his own niece as she slowly, deliberately, he drunkenly reasoned, slipped out of the tiny halter, the full, rounded mounds of her thrusting young breasts presented nakedly to him. He struggled from the bed, never taking his eyes away from her as he pulled at his clothing! He still couldn't believe it, that he was getting her to strip down naked without a screaming struggle... and all the time, she'd been right there at his fingertips!

Fuck, he was going to flip, all right he concluded as he watched her wriggle out of her flimsy hot-pants and tiny nylon panties, his blurred-eyes struggling to focus on the voluptuous curves of her naked teenaged body, plus the anxious little smile she was unintentionally taunting him with.

"Well come on, Uncle!" Annie tremulously urged, squirming her nakedness down onto the bed and refusing to acknowledge any of the condemning thoughts that were trying to reach her now desire- inflamed mind. She wanted to know... had to know if it could be the same! Feverish ripples of lewdly rising desire tormented her. She stretched out nakedly on the bed to stare at him shedding his clothes, focusing her young eyes on the final unveiling of his hair-covered loins and gasping hesitantly at the sight!

Dear God! He was massive! His... his cock... it must be as big as Caesar's! She gaped at it, cringing reflexively at its huge length and thickness! She couldn't take her eyes from the obscene spectacle! His heavy balls hung between his legs like some monster, waggling as he moved nakedly toward the bed to her!

"Don't hurt me... please don't hurt me, Uncle Link!" she whimpered as he lowered his solid weight down beside her, causing the bed to sag and forcing her to slide against the hot, hairy hardness of his muscular body. "Oh... please?"

Link took her inside his powerful arms, his breathing coming raspingly from his lungs at the sensorial delight of her tender, yielding nakedness trembling hotly against him, her last pleas unheard. Instead, he smashed his thick tongue between her girlish lips into her warm mouth, his one huge hand raking over the soft, resilient mounds of her young breasts. Greedily, they clutched and kneaded, rolling and pinching their tiny, hardened nipples, raising little gasps to escape her around his thrusting tongue.

Annie moaned helplessly within the imprisonment of his confining arms. His hot, thick tongue bursting into her mouth, the feel of his long, throbbing penis and hairy loins pressuring against the soft flesh of her hips and thigh; then the eager, unrestrained caresses of his big hand on her sensitive teenaged breasts, immediately fired new quickly growing sensations of heated passion to race up between her legs. His coarse hand began grazing down her ribs and side, across her quaking belly, finally reaching the moistened intimacy of her vibrantly flushed vaginal crevice. She tensed, erotically quivering against him as he toyed momentarily in the sparse, silken pubic curls between her legs, then gently with one finger, traced the length of her tightly clenched pussy lips. Downward and back up, his thick finger brushed, gradually easing into the wet, sensitive inner-flesh until it reached her tiny, erect clitoris! He flicked it with the tip of his middle finger and she gasped up into his mouth! He pinched the erect bud and she repeated her shivering gasp! He ran his finger back down through the tingling, liquid flesh to the small opening of her vaginal channel, and while his tongue began to orally fuck into her mouth, he slipped his long, thick middle finger up into the moistened sheath of her excited cuntal passage!