Chapter 5

Toni Baline stood at her window lookout for two aching hours, watching the gardener clipping the hedges and pulling weeds from the peony beds, and wondering how long it took for one lesson in feeding dogs. In truth, she had her suspicions; still, elusive, brooding day dreams that crept into her conscious mind every time she thought those ominous feelings were beaten, kept her rivetted to that window.

Finally, she went about her household duties with a lackadaisical attitude, bored by the prospect of cleaning someone else's dirty house. But she forced herself; there were other far more pleasant things she'd prefer to spend her time on and the little tingle in her belly at the memory of Jeff's kiss kept her working with fervour. Perhaps they could spend the afternoon alone in bed... that is, if he ever came back from his walk with Aunt Claudia. Toni smiled as she entered thoughts of what their own exciting little bed-party to come promised... if kisses didn't lie.

Lord... getting to be just a little bit horny, wasn't she? Toni reprimanded herself lightly, not at all ashamed of her desire for her virile young boy friend. In fact, she was secretly pleased with the erotic passion he could arouse in her with a simple kiss, or his gentle hand touching her breast or thigh, being that her sheltering parents had her almost believing that sex was the basest of animal instincts and no religious girl ever indulged. God, how wrong they were... !

She entered the library, the room where Uncle Milt did most of his thinking over business matters, Toni guessed. The awesome mahogany desk flanked by a leather executive chair and two smaller ones at each side, sat empty and lifeless, giving a purposeless aura to the room that made Toni shudder as if she were walking into a dark attic. Had it not been for Aunt Claudia's insistence that Toni give the first floor of the house a good cleaning, she wouldn't have walked in that room knowing that Uncle Milt intimated that the room was 'off limits' by keeping the heavy sliding doors closed at all times.

Toni tip-toed inside, dust cloth in one hand and a can of Endust in the other, her eyes roving over the endless rows of hardcover books lining the impressive mahogany shelves, wondering if Uncle Milt really had read all those editions, or if perhaps he had bought them by the pound and lined them up on his shelves for the sake of impression alone. People with money did weird things like that, she knew. Maybe some day she and Jeff would have a house like this... Oh God, there she went again, jugging the 'ifs' and confusing herself again.

To take her mind off of the ominous feelings and suspicions that had haunted her since Jeff pranced off for the kennels with Aunt Claudia, Toni set down her can of Endust on the desk and topped it with the dust cloth, then ran her fingers down the first row of books studying the titles. Surprised to see that most of the volumes were of legal content, she passed off the search for good leisure reading material and lazily helped herself to the comfort of Uncle Milt's executive chair that swallowed up her tiny frame in its generosity.

Playfully, she kicked her legs to the side and swirled, making a complete circle. Ohhh, how great it would be to have a room like that, filled with your personal matters... somewhere where you could feel important and be important. The feel of the heavy mahogany and soft leather bolstered the confidence in her imagination, and she leaned forward, placing both elbows on the desk while studying the official looking desk calendar opened to Saturday, July 1. "Mrs. Everett" it read, and below it "Poker".

So Uncle Milt had a legitimate business with these dogs after all, thought Toni, satisfied. Maybe he wasn't the crook her parents made him out to be. To prove her admiration true, she picked up one of the manilla folders neatly stacked at the side opposite her cleaning apparatus and opened it up. And sat up straight!

Inside, next to a typed letter, was a photograph of Poker, the German Shepherd Jeff was to manicure and shampoo that very day. But he wasn't alone in the photograph, for there was Sharon, one of the Black servant girls, and Milt! All having sex together! Toni shuddered, gagged and threw it down, her mouth slack-jawed. Oh, God! She closed her eyes tight, then slowly opened them to study the picture again. Sure enough, there was Uncle Milt lying on the floor with Sharon's mouth swallowing his huge cock, while Poker mounted her from behind. This couldn't be real this had to be some kind of joke. In hopes of cleansing the reality, Toni opened up another folder and opened it to see a matching picture, only this time it was Diana with Samson.

With trembling legs, Toni got to her feet and stumbled toward the door. Oh God, did Jeff know about this? Did he know how perverted her aunt and uncle were... did he care? Oh, Lord, what other perversions had they been accomplices to? She had to know. Slowly, with chin high, she walked back to the desk and opened up the folder again, her curiosity overshadowing her reasoning and read the letter in Samson's file. It was addressed to Mrs. Sybil, guaranteeing her that Samson had been well trained in the art of making love to mature human females and, should she be displeased with his demeanour in any way, the Balines would be pleased to either give a demonstration or trade him in for another animal!

A hollowness crept into Toni's belly at the sound of footsteps in the hallway! Too late to get out unseen, she slapped the folder shut and was grasping toward her dust cloth when Uncle Milt stepped through the sliding doors, a look of astonished anger on his face.

"Who told you to come in here?" he demanded, all handsomeness gone from his face now as he stood rigidly confronting his niece who could only blurt out "Oh... oh, Uncle Milt... I... was only going to clean."

"And who told you to do that?"

"N... Nobody... but I thought I should since..."

"Since you wanted to snoop in my office and find out about kinky Uncle Milt, is that it? Find out if all those stories that clap-trap mother of yours has been telling the relatives is true, heh?" He grinned lewdly to himself and finished off the rest of his drink that he held in his hand. "Okay, you wanna see what Uncle Milt does for a living? You might as well know, because it's gonna help in the days to come, little girl."

Toni watched saucer-eyed as her uncle retraced his steps, going back to the sliding door and closing it, then bolting it on the inside! A new tightness constricted her belly, and her wide green eyes followed his broad back until he was facing her again. He was still half-grinning when he set about making himself another drink from the bar in the corner, near the potted palms.

Once again, Toni felt the icing of her bloodstream. "What do you mean, Uncle Milt? You... you mean..." She couldn't speak... only stood there petrified gaping at him, while he continued to grin at her.

"Would you like a drink to brace your nerves, Baby?" he invited calmly, leaning forward on the bar, his glass in hand.

Numbly, Toni shook her head in the negative, struggling for the proper words that might help improve her situation. "What did you want to show me?"

"I don't think I have to... you already know." His eyes fell on the disarrayed folders. "You've already seen those pictures... and the letters... what's left to tell?"

Toni felt as if her legs were made of stone, immobile, and she stood there awe-stricken as his massiveness closed in on her, his empty hand reaching out to take her small, trembling one inside it possessively. He went on, his handsome face beaming down at her. "We sell dogs to women who need to get fucked. We train our dogs to fuck and suck women, is that clear? Nobody gets hurt and everybody wins in the end. We make good money and they get their rocks off. Does that make sense, little girl?" He stood now with one alligator shoe on the leather chair, hands crossed over his knee.

"Oh, my God... that's... that's awful!" Toni gasped in horror at the shocking filth spewing from his half-grinning lips, not only his use of the lewd words, but the shameful, graphic meaning behind them. Now she knew why Diana and Sharon never left the premises.

"And as for you, my cute little niece, I've watched you and that candy-ass boyfriend of you making love... or try to... too bad he can't make you come!" Gingerly, he set his glass down on the desk top and sprung his hand out to catch her tiny one.

Desperately, she tried to jerk her hand free as tears of shame and rage streamed down her cheeks, but his huge, powerful hand was like a vise clutching at her own. She struggled with him, knocking the glass from the desk to spill onto the carpet, even knowing it was useless as she remembered the locked door, but in her panic she could think of nothing else but being free of his bestial touch, and abruptly, she sank her sharp teeth into the hairy flesh of his imprisoning hand.

"You little cunt!" Milt roared, jerking his hand away to brutally grasp her arm, then with the other open one he slapped her hard, knocking her backward and down onto the desk. She started to get up again, but as she did, he raised his hand once more, and she decided against it, slumping helplessly and burying her sobbing face in her hand. "Okay... that's better Baby," he said, breathing heavily as he examined the teeth marks she'd left in his flesh. He'd caught her just in time, before she could break the skin with those white little fangs of hers. Still, it hurt like hell. She'd pay for it!

"Now, let's get back to business, okay?" he shook his hand in the air to ease the pain. "We can either be friends, which'll make it easier on you... or enemies, and I'll rape you! It's up to you, Doll. If you're not nice to me, you'll end up like Diana and Sharon in those pictures... fucked by a dog. Now which'll it be? Me or the dogs... ?"

Toni's head swam from the force of his stinging blow, but the terrifying repugnance his loathsome proposition sent nauseously sweeping through her was far more staggering than if he had beat her senseless! She could only gape up at him in sickened panic!

"No... you wouldn't do that to me! I'm your niece! That's... that's incest!" she sobbed. "Oh, please let me go, just let me go home and I won't tell anybody..."

"It's too late for that, honey," Milt replied with a leer. "It boils down to this... if that punk boy friend of yours can fuck my wife, then I can fuck you... and that's exactly what I intend to do."

"He didn't... Jeff would never make love to anybody but me!" she wailed, staring at him in further confusion at his night- marish accusation.

"Oh, yeah? It's time you grow up, little one. What do you think they've been doing out there near the kennels all this time? Pickin' daisies? Boy," he said, scratching his head, "you're as lame as your mother."

Toni had closed her ears to his disrespectful talk. Somehow, if what he said was true about Jeff and Aunt Claudia, she felt certain that Claudia had coerced Jeff into the horrible act. How, she had no idea but he would have an explanation, and she had to keep the faith... they loved each other too much!

"Where do you think you're going?" he questioned, his hand gripped her upper arm as she started to rise from the desk.

"Never mind... I... I just have to get out..."

"No you won't!" he hissed through clenched jaws, his flinty eyes raking over her hungrily. "Now, you sit right here while I make us both a nice soothing drink, then we'll discuss the situation sensibly, eh?"

Toni leaned slowly back against the desk, but rigidly so, the idea of something to brace her nerves not exactly repulsive to her.

Milt grinned, patted her on the knee and walked to the portable bar. "You're really in love with that punk, aren't you?" Toni nodded her head, unable to speak. Uncle Milt chuckled, while a nervous trembling ripple over took Toni's nerve-wracked young body. Dear Lord, what was going to happen now? She hadn't time to reason it out before Milt was coming back carrying two glasses of a milkish appearing concoction...

"Absinthe, Baby... great for what ails you," he said, handing one to her and dropping down beside her on the desk. "So cheers," he said in a raised toast.

Toni nodded, half responding, then lifted the glass to her lips, tasting carefully and finding its liquorice flavour pleasing, taking a second, deeper draught that immediately began to warm her stomach. She sensed his big arm moving up behind her and she twisted around to distract him and said: "I really am in love with Jeff, Uncle Milt. I want to marry him some day, but Mom and Dad don't think I'm old enough."

Wheels turned in the lecherous man's head. "They don't know he's here, do they?" he asked in a mellifluous voice, that took her off guard for a reckless moment.

"No, they don't, and if they did I would be in trouble. Man, they'd never let us see each other again."

The big man smiled. "Sounds as if I win, sweetheart. Here it is; either you let me fuck you, or I'll phone your mother and tell her about Jeff. Simple as that. Because if your boy friend can fuck my wife, I see no reason why you and I should be left out in the cold."

"Oh... please... oh, Uncle Milt!" she whimpered. How can you even think of such a horrible thing? Have you no morals?" Dear God, she couldn't, she just couldn't submit her body to her uncle. Suddenly she tilted the glass to her lips and drained it, holding to the top of the desk, then abruptly tried to gain her feet once more.

"You're a lovely young creature, Toni. I hate to see you waste your life on that creep, Jeff," he spoke softly. "What you need is a man with maturity and money, a man like me!" Milt said, his own drink warming him into a mellow mood that made him momentarily feel as charming as he did lecherous. Nevertheless, the latter emotion, as always predominated, and he smiled while the licentious gleam fanned in his eyes.

A helpless tremor shot through Toni as she felt his hand move brazenly to the bowl of her tense belly, smoothing suggestively before flipping around her waist while he inched closer to her, until his big, handsome face was mere inches from her own. But what amazed her more was that the touch of his hand and its generating warmth through the material of her dress sent a strange, unwanted thrill spiralling upward along her spine. She fought it; she couldn't ignore the fact that she was definitely a girl in love... and even though Jeff, for whatever reasons, had violated their promises, she had no intentions of doing the same. Beside this was her uncle, her own flesh-and-blood!

"Stop! Oh, please, just stop!" she insisted emphatically, writhing from his grasp and gaining her feet unsteadily. "No matter what Jeff has done I'm not going to do the same. Now, just let me go."

Milt arose beside her, his features set in a determined expression. "You make it hard, Toni... but only for yourself and that gook you're in love with. I told you how it was going to be... willingly, or unwillingly... but fuck all the way! It's going to happen, little girl, but how is still your choice!"

Toni stiffened as if she'd been submerged in ice-water the shocking fact that there was no escape finally reaching her! This was her uncle and he was going to rape her! Her lovely little mouth fell loosely open and her striking eyes widened in utter disbelief again his blatant use of the evil word knifing into her as she at last began to sense the measure of her helplessness against him. She sensed his hands wrapping around her waist again and the strength of his powerful arms slowly but surely drawing her tight against him, those same hands moving blatantly down to encompass the round, full spheres of her buttocks. She felt the blood rushing to her face in the shame of his caress becoming intimate with her fear-cringing body!

"S-Stop! Oh, God, stop! I'll call my parents right now and tell them you've raped me!"

"You do that little Bitch, and that'll be the end of you and lover boy. Now let's get comfy over here on the sofa and see what happens," he hissed down into her face as he picked her up in his strong arms and carried her kicking body to the sofa and plunked her down. There, he held her secure with the force of his body.

She could only gape across the inches upward into his face as his strong hands massaged and stroked her soft, sensuous young buttock pressing her tighter against the terrible rising bulge at his loins, while his words and promise taunted her brain in unavoidable desire.

Feebly, she struggled in his arms, as if to satisfy her own conscience, but in actuality she was helpless against his great strength, and slowly he lowered his head until his lips completely engulfed her soft, moist mouth, his hot tongue worming wetly between her teeth into the vainly resisting cavern beyond. He held her close his large, hotly massaging hands ever-moving as they pressed into the round cheeks of her lush young buttocks to force his pelvis tighter against him, his height placing the throbbing bulge of his cock hard against the soft giving flesh of her belly, and an ungovernable tremor tippled over her.

God! Something unfathomable was happening inside her! She was actually experiencing little tremulous sensations of unwanted excitement to counteract those of shame and repulsion at his forced assault on her body, and although she offered limited spasmodic resistance, her mouth opened willingly to the pillage of his lewdly working tongue, and she relaxed against him as he drew her back down on the couch, his large right hand completely engulfing her full, erecting throbbing breast, sending further electric-like tingles soaring licentiously through her!

"Ohhhh... ohhhhh Uncle Milt!" she groaned, flustered, and he smiled arrogantly above her.

"Can't help yourself, can you baby?" he taunted lewdly, his hands roving her exploringly. "It's the drink I gave you... it turns you on, little girl. And I promise you, you'll love your Uncle Milt all the more when I'm through with you," he said, leaning above her and teasing at her beautiful young face, using his tongue while she half-whimpered beneath him.

His words, his evil words, ricocheted against the walls of her stupefied brain as she tried to decipher their meaning. She was beset with overwhelming, unknown sensations. His hand, his tongue, his whole massive body was setting her aflame with desire she had never remotely dreamed of! Never... never before... even with Jeff, had she ever felt so overcome with raw lustful craving!

And then, his huge hot hand was on her leg... her thigh... the soft, tingling inner flesh of her thigh... and she wanted it there! Oh Jeff, darling, forgive me... but it's so warm and big and gentle... moving upward... always upward... toward it!

"You beautiful little bitch!" Milt hissed down at her where she lay, receptive at last beside him, while his hungry, always working hand smoothed up and down the satiny flesh of her quivering leg, enjoying the feel of the flesh just before it ceded to the hot smooth nakedness of her velvety and vibrant thighs. He let it brush several times to the very peak, knowing it would instigate the sensation of contact as it pressed against the white, nylon strip of her panties, hiding her soft sensitive cunt... and it did, he was certain by her quivering action.

Toni groaned and responded spasmodically to each pressured touch against her now tingling cunt, her mind desperately fighting and losing the battle over her emotions.