Uncle's New Fucktoy

Uncle Jack is watching the house while Diana's parents are away. She comes home drunk and late. He rapes her and punishes her by making her his new toy.

Diana hurried home, her heels clicking against the pavement as she rushed to make it back before midnight. Her parents were away for the weekend, and her uncle had agreed to house sit. She knew she was pushing it, but the party had been too good to leave early.

As she entered the house, she was surprised to see the lights still on. Her uncle was supposed to be in bed by now. He was sitting in the living room, sipping a glass of whiskey.

“Diana, you’re home late,” he said, his voice stern.

“I’m sorry, Uncle Jack. The party ran late,” she apologized, fidgeting with the hem of her short skirt.

“Here, have some water. You probably drank too much,” he said, handing her a glass.

She took it gratefully and drank it down in a few gulps. The water felt cool and refreshing in her parched throat. “Thank you, Uncle Jack. I’ll just go to bed now.”

“Goodnight, Diana,” he said, his eyes following her as she walked up the stairs.

Ten minutes later, Diana felt a wave of dizziness wash over her. She stumbled to the bathroom, her vision blurring. As she reached for the doorknob, strong arms wrapped around her from behind.

“Shh, don’t struggle,” a familiar voice whispered in her ear. It was Uncle Jack.

He dragged her into the master bathroom and locked the door behind them. Diana tried to scream, but he clamped a hand over her mouth. With his free hand, he produced a pair of handcuffs and secured them around her wrists.

“Uncle Jack, what are you doing?” she cried, her voice muffled.

“I’m going to teach you a lesson, you little slut,” he growled, his breath hot on her neck.

He forced her to her knees and attached the chain of the handcuffs to a hook he had drilled into the ceiling. Diana struggled against the restraints, but they held fast. When he got her imobile and in position, he ripped her clothes from her body.

Uncle Jack turned on the shower and adjusted the nozzle to a high-pressure setting. He aimed the stream of water directly at Diana’s pussy, causing her to gasp and sputter.

“Please, stop!” she begged, tears streaming down her face. “I’m a virgin."

But he didn’t listen. He continued to blast her with the cold water, watching with sadistic pleasure as she shivered and pleaded for mercy.

In the shower he takes the hose and changes the setting again. He is going to make her orgasm. She can't help it. She releases.

At the sound, he immediately spreads her legs wide. He moves his hand between her lips and spreads them so the water hits her clit. She's shaking uncontrollably with nervousness and embarrassment.

After several minutes, he turned off the shower and stood in front of her, his eyes roaming over her soaked body. “You’re a little slut, just like your mother,” he said, his voice laced with disgust. “But I’m not going to let another boy use you. You’re mine now.”

He grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head back, forcing her to look at him. “I have to clean you of your wicked ways. Who knows who you let touch you at those parties? So now I’m going to punish you.”

With that, he forced her legs farther apart and knelt between them. Diana tried to close her legs, but the handcuffs held them in place. She felt his fingers probing her most intimate area, and she cried out in shame and fear.

“Please,” she whimpered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart.

But he ignored her pleas and continued his assault. He rubbed and stroked her, his fingers moving in circles around her clit. Despite her protests, Diana felt a warmth building in her core.

“That’s it, you little slut,” Uncle Jack growled. “You’re going to come for me.”

He increased the pressure and speed of his fingers while still using his tongue, and Diana felt her body betraying her. She was horrified to feel an orgasm building, her hips bucking against his hand as she neared the edge.

“No, please,” she begged, her voice a mere whisper. “I don’t want this.”

But it was too late. Uncle Jack’s fingers pushed her over the edge, and she came with a scream, her body convulsing in the restraints.

“Good girl,” he said, his voice filled with satisfaction. “Now I'm going to punish you for enjoying this.”

When's he's done he forces her back on to the bed. She tries to yell for help, to move, but can't under his weight. He gags her.

“No please.” he doesn't listen and instead his legs, pin her down. He continues to stare at her wet pussy.

Without warning, he reaches down and slowly, he licks upward,

“Please stop.” Her head falls to the bed, and she feels that suction again.

“Such a slut.” He slaps her pussy, and her legs close as she cries out, jerking on the bed. "Now, I'm going to spank you're pussy ten times, then you will bend over my lap and take twenty more." He places my hands on my inner thighs and tells me to, “Hold them or I'll add more than ten.”

He slaps his belt on her pussy, and she arches her back, and cries rip from her throat as her pussy throbs. He does it again. He slaps it a third time, and she's practically convulsing as tears fall down the side of her face.

“So pretty.” He rubs his fingers up and down her swollen and throbbing pussy. “You’re so fucking wet. I’m going to spend every fucking day inside you while you're daddy is gone.”

He pulls out his phone and she can see him take photos and continues to record her. I feel his lips on my pussy again, but he’s soft, tenderly kissing and licking it. “You taste amazing, sweetheart.” Then he’s sucking and biting.

He licks his lips, looking over her shaking body. She’s gasping and crying as he spanks her pussy again.

She orgasms on the tenth one.

Pushing her onto her stomach, I yank her arms behind her back, and she doesn’t fight as I fasten the double ended bolt snap in place, securing her arms behind her back. She still wears the cuffs on her ankles and wrists. I force her over my lap.

“Please, don’t.” She begs.

He move her hips and put a pillow underneath her. Then he spank her twenty more times for enjoying herself.

When he's done, he forces her to stand. He unzips his pants, freeing his erect cock. Diana’s eyes widened in horror as she realized what was about to happen.

“Please, no,” she whimpered, struggling against the handcuffs. “I’m a virgin. I’ve never done this before.”

Uncle Jack just laughed. “All the better,” he said, positioning himself between her legs. “I’ll be your first and it's even on camera.”

He bends her over the side of the bed and then places a vibrator between her legs. He turns it on as high as it will go. With one brutal thrust, he entered her, tearing through her hymen and causing her to cry out in pain. He didn’t give her time to adjust, instead setting a punishing pace as he pounded into her.

Diana sobbed as he used her body, each thrust sending a jolt of pain through her. She felt violated and dirty.

As he neared his own climax, Uncle Jack reached down and grabbed her throat, squeezing until she could barely breathe. “You’re mine now, you little slut,” he growled.

With a final thrust, he came.

After a few moments, he pulled out and stood up, tucking his cock back into his pants. He looked down at Diana’s battered body and sneered. “Clean yourself up,” he said. “And be ready for me again in the morning. You're my new little fuck toy. Starting tomorrow, you will call me Sir. Understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good girl. Oh and Diana, tell anyone about this, and I'll show your dad what a good little slut you were for me.”

With that, he unlocked the handcuffs and left the room.

She knew she was his. He was going to black mail her with the photos and video he took. From then on, she'd have to do as he asked.