How I Became My Uncle's Slave

I came and came and came and came. It felt so good. I felt so good.

And then he shouted and moaned, and I felt his penis shudder inside me. I knew that he was cumming.

After, he rested his chest on my back, crushing my hands that were tied together against the small of my back. I felt his heart beating fast, just like mine.

He asked if I wanted to take a shower with him, but I said that I felt too shy. He untied my hands and helped me up. I pulled my skirt up again, to cover myself. He washed up at this kitchenette sink while I showered in his bathroom.

I came out dressed. I'd put my torn panties back on.

I giggled. "You ruined my panties."

"I'm sorry. I'll buy you a new pair."

"My butthole, it's still . . ."

"Sore and tingling?"

"Yes."

"Some girls like that feeling."

I giggled.

"When you think about riding the bus, think about that feeling instead. Think about me raping you instead."

"You really want me to, you know, whenever I . . ."

"Yes. Promise that you will."

"I promise."

He took my hand and lead me into his little kitchenette. He took a pairing knife from a drawer and cut my hand, my palm, surprising me. It bled in scary way. He put on the table and I noticed that it wasn't all that clean.

He had an old-old pen and old-looking paper. He told me to write a contract in my own blood and showed me how to dip the nib of the pen in my own blood in my cupped and bleeding hand.

"I give myself totally to uncle Michael, body and soul."

He watched as I wrote. I won best handwriting in 7th and 8th grade, and we had used pens like for practice.

He dictated to me:

"I promise to be completely faithful to him, in body and in thought.

"I promise to let him do whatever he wants to me, whenever he wants, promise to let him hurt me if he wants, to punish me whenever he wants, whether I've been good or naughty, whether I deserve it or not.

"I promise to let him to use me for his evil pleasures whenever he wants.

"I promise to obey him completely, even if he commands that I do sinful and wicked things with other girls for his pleasure."

A thrill went through me when he said that.

Maybe I'll get to meet his Asian friend.

He had me write other things too, but I was thinking about that Asian girl. I knew what guys liked to watch girls do to each other.

He had me sign and date it.

After that, he got a condom and raped my vagina. I begged him not to do it. Part of me wanted to stay a virgin. But every part of longed to be his slave and craved to surrender completely to him.

Afterward, he held me in his big strong arms and held me to his chest so I could hear and feel his heart beating while I cried and cried. My face was practically in his arm pit and I could smell his nasty, delicious sweet.

I loved it so much.