my favorite letter…
Arthur closed his book and crushed his cigarette. He went over to the cabinet at the end of the room and unlocked it. He appeared to be checking its contenance. After a swift glance, he closed.
He tip?toed over to the girl, who was laying there crumpled and worn, and with his forefinger he designed a “P” ever so lightly on her bare back.
CHAPTER III
When Linda opened her eyes, she discovered the pitch darkness of night. She caught eight of her uncle standing not too far away. Arthur had taken two glass and a bottle from his private cabinet. He held out one of the receptacles half?filled with whiskey.
“Here drink this. It will do you good.”
“But, but I don't drink.” Linda protested.
Her uncle seemed irritated and the two thin lines on his forehead showed his vexation.
“Now don't be silly. Drink it.”
The young girl used her better judgement and did as she was told. Although she made horrible faces and the liquid truly burned her throat, she managed to swallow it all the same. In all her young virginal life it was the first time she had tasted hard liquour.
“Now it's my turn to drink.”
He took his glass and approached Linda's cunt with a very serious expression on his face. Then he poured the liquid on her belly?button. With hungry lips he followed the alcohol down to her fent. Once more he poured the liquor and this time it rolled down her thighs. Rapaciously he drank from the boiling fountain. Linda hurled her painful cries. The alcohol was burning her rosey sex. Arthur buried his thin, elegant head between the immaculate thighs. Above, he let drip the last drops of whiskey on her curly bush and then slobbered away like a thirsty madman.
Linda felt lees pain due to the expert licking manoeuvres of her highly professional uncle. She offered her pussy without any precaution happy to be attacked by the ardent flow of affection. His tongue searched and searched as though it were looking for a maraschino cherry. While his face plunged deep within the entrails, his other hand found the whiskey bottle and Arthur without the slightest hesitation aimed the head of Haig and Haig at the girl's anus. It plugged in with a slurping noise that embarrassed Linda. With a brusk effort he flipped the helpless lass in the air and began to pour the whiskey down her entrails. Linda squeeled her pain and fright which were equally intimidated. The sudden flood of liquid, a powerful burning liquid at that, caused an irruption of suffering in the vicinity of the girl's over?heated sex. An uncorking sound came from the adolescent's rear indicating that the bottle had made its exit as violently as it had made its entrance.
Arthur's head was there to replace the transparent cock. He loved alcohol and he adored nooky and he was a man who loved to have his cake and eat it at the same time. Arthur spared himself of the misuse of pleasures.
He was proud of his delicate gourmet tendencies and he gave a royal proof of his aristocracy and a rough account of his virility.
The little rose cage turned brown as Linda scratched her blistered anus. She whimpered and moaned as she prepared to voyage on the very rough road of erotic indecencies.
“The best of scotch mixed with the excrement of my fair niece Linda,” Arthur howled with personal triumph and his laughter was shrill and piercing. “What could be better than this wholesome aperitif? Haven't you ever been ass?fucked by a bottle of whiskey, my dear? Think what you have missed.”
Totally mortified, Linda could not and would not respond to such an impossible question. Her uncle appeared to be completely drunk with his sense of power and amusement.
She thought of getting up and going to the toilet, but the eager excavation of her probing uncle forbade her to move. Suddenly she let go with a stream of urine that splashed unmercilessly on Arthur's handsome face.
Linda tried in vain to hold back, but the pressure on her bladder was too strong. Thus she squirted a yellow flow of steaming piss flush on her uncle's puss.
But Arthur did not quit his post. He was inextinguishable. Ready to receive the last discharge and already covered with urine, Arthur created such an imponderable impression on the sensitive harp of Linda's temperament that the poor girl turned half?way around and vomited.
Almost in a faint from the repulsive sight she had been witness to, Linda did not see her uncle scamper to the chair in which he placed his clothes.
Arthur slipped a leather belt from his trousers as he clinched his teeth. Briskly he hovered over Linda and unloosened a wicked blow which slithered off the girl's lovely back. She was so surprised that she held back the cry that hung quivering on her lips.
Once again Arthur's hand circled in the air and a second stroke came crashing down with such tremendous force that a red mark was tatooed immediately on the girl's pale shoulders.
This time Linda howled with pain and her body trembled with fear. She had expected the worse and it might have been terrible, but it all came whistling down with the third thundering slap of the leather strap.
Linda rolled on the carpet, partly to ward off the pain and partly to escape the furious blows. But her uncle, who had not the slightest intention of letting up, reigned supreme dictator of his young captive. He aimed at the buttocks and many marks were implanted there in the space of a few minutes. From there he worked upward to her breasts.
The young kitten jumped in the air, groveled on the floor and desperately tried to hide under the table. Her twists and turns had one singular effect on Arthur. They excited him all the more. He redoubled his punishment under the stupified glance of writing, zebra?marked Linda.
“You little bitch. You'll have enough to be thirsty with. I'll skin you, my pet.” He puffed and huffed his threats.
“Please, no more… Enough, enough.” Linda felt that she had already been skinned.
From her anus a dark substance flowed. It wasn't her fault. The sudden emotion and fright gave her what is commonly known as the 'shits'. The brown fecund matter soiled the carpet. The room was quickly filled with a nauseating odor of urine and excrement mixed with sweat and traces of come.
“I should saw you in half, my little animal beauty. What would you say if I made you eat all that? Aren't you ashamed-dirtying the carpet that way?” Arthur didn't quit his lashing as he lectured the beaten captive.
Linda hung her head. At that exact moment and in that woeful condition she would have accepted anything.
She no longer had any will and her sensations were mass of confusion. She could not endure the punishment and yet she was realizing violent orgasms provoked by the rapid hands of her sadistic uncle. What was she to believe in her puzzled state.
Her uncle ceased his whipping. He glowered at the humbled torso spattered with red, blue and black marks.
Arthur watched the broken body creep toward him on all fours. He stood motionless as a tombstone gazing upon the crushed creature who was hugging and kissing his legs.
The greying man felt his sex grow hard and the lively head of his niece ventured to the spot of his voluptuous misgivings. She mouthed the new erection like child with an all?day lollipop.
Uncle Arthur let the girl have her fun for awhile, but he had other intentions. He pushed the drunken youngster away and spoke to her in an a voice full of authority.
“Come we are going to take a bath together.”
He made her get up and after crossing the large study, he opened a door, almost hidden from view. Arthur led his niece into a bathroom which was large and tiled in rose squares. The bathroom not only contained a large bathtub but an equally large divan which was covered by a white drapery. There were other accessories in the bathroom and Linda gazed with horror at the medicine chest.
She closed her eyes and her mind drifted into the realms of wild imagination. Was she entering the domain of paradise or hell? She wondered why it took so long to find out.
