UNCLE SILAS
Margaret had always been a little afraid of her Scottish Uncle Silas. He had always visited them once a year when her father was alive, making the long journey down from Scotland to London. He was never a welcome guest. Her father didn?t get on very well with his Scottish brother-in-law, but had never liked to turn him away.
Silas was a severe, stern man with a rigid character. He was famous even in his own rural community for the strength of his Calvinistic belief that he was born destined to go to Heaven and that everyone else, with very few exceptions, would certainly go to Hell.
Margaret's father had privately suspected that his visits to London had something to do with the pleasures of the flesh to be found among Soho prostitutes. He also suspected that the man took an unhealthy interest in Margaret when she began to blossom into a healthy-looking, full-breasted young woman.
Margaret, too, distrusted the man, but could not say why. When her father was not there, he had sometimes made very direct comments on how pretty she was.
She had never mentioned this to her father, not to upset him. She hated her Uncle Silas for his strict, humorless character, and she feared him for his penetrating stare. She never knew what it meant. He seemed to remove her clothes with his shameless stare, layer by layer. She felt naked in his presence because she suspected that he saw her naked every time he looked at her.
Tragedy struck the day Margaret's father died. Her father had made a will fifteen years earlier, when she was still a little girl. He had named her as his only heiress. There were no other relatives, and when Uncle Silas applied to be granted the position of her legal guardian, the judge had found this perfectly acceptable. At the age of 18, Margaret suddenly found herself immensely rich, but bound by law for a further three years to an uncle she distrusted and who had total legal power over her.
Uncle Silas spoke to her immediately after the funeral. As your governor, I have decided to take you away from the corrupt air of London. You will come and stay with me in Scotland. The fresh air of the Cairngorms will be good for you. It'll toughen you up. I shall undertake your moral education myself. Margaret's head dropped. She bit her lower lip nervously, but said nothing.
Uncle Silas closed her London house and dismissed the staff. You won't be needing them. I have my own domestic service.
Margaret's first day on Uncle Silas's estate began badly.
She hated the maid, so serious, with her hair so severely brushed back. The woman never smiled, either. It was not natural. Was that moral education, walking around like a bloody ghost all day ?
The stress of her bereavement, the long journey, and the oppressive atmosphere of the old house all wrought havoc with Margaret's nerves. She had never been a very patient girl, and now she was getting very jumpy and irritable.
"Hurry up, woman! It's freezing!" Margaret said angrily. "I'll catch my death of pneumonia! Don't you have any heating in Scotland ?"
"Only when it's cold, ma'am. The Master won't light the fire unless there's snow on the ground."
"Get some clothes on me ! For Christ's sake!"
"Good morning, Margaret! I must warn you against talking the Lord's name in vain! You will be punished for it ! The Lord has given you some lovely breast, I see. You should be graceful to him. And as for the cold, you'll get used to it. You'll warm enough soon, with or without clothes ! Come with me."
"Where are you taking me, Uncle Slilas? What...?"
"Home, Margaret. This is your new home!"
"What... what are you talking about? You're hurting my hand! Let go of me !"
"Allow you to introduce Jamie. She's all yours, Jamie. A very naughty spoilt girl, who takes the Lord's name in vain! For the girl's own good she must be taught respect and obedience!"
"You can't do this! Everyone knows I'm here! All my friends in London!"
"Shut up, will you! If the Master says you're to be punished, that's good enough for me. Strip her right off, Fiona!"
"You can't do this... You're crazy!"
"The Master wants you punished and well punished. That's all there is to it! "
"But you must stop him! Tell the police! This is kidnapping!"
"Stop him? Me? You must be joking, lassie!"
The servant stripped Margaret of all her clothes.
She stood shivering in the cold room. As the damp air hit her bottom, she gave a quick shudder. Her nipples responded by wrinkling and standing out like cold wrinkled tubes.
Jamie looked at her hungrily, running his eyes up and down her slim young body. He was surprised at the fullness of her young breasts and the pert, rounded shape of her buttocks.
Jamie got no salary for his work. But he had his room and all the food and drink he wanted. And he had the women he wanted to. His Master brought them from London, offering them work and paying their fares. They were usually London prostitutes. As soon as they arrived at a false address, they were kidnapped and brought to his house, where they were stripped naked and flogged for their sins.
None of the staff knew what happened to them after that. It was not their business...
"The Master says you're to be punished and that's goodenough for me! What's the matter, lassie, have you never seen a man's cock before?"
"Aye, it's dripping! You're a good fuck, what d'you expect? Like the smell, Get your head closer and have a better look. Better get used to it, in no time you're gonna suck your uncle's dick!"
"Get over that good Scottish pine, you big slut! You're shown your body to men before and you loved doing it, I can see that: you're wet! I'm gonna put the riding crop down onto those fine buttocks to teach ye a lesson on manners and humility!" "No please! I'm not a whore! My Daddy was very strict. I've only had on boyfriend!"
"Shut up, you filthy liar! I'm gonna flog and fuck you all over your slut's body! Take a deep breath, girl, cos this gonna hurt!"
NOOOOOO! Pleeeease! Don't..."
"Did Jamie teach your place here, dear niece?"
"You're a filthy bastard, uncle. You're a son of a bitch!"
"Give it to her again, Jamie. This young lady wants more!"
SSSSSSSSSSWIIIIIIIIISHHHHHHHH....
"AAAAAGHHHHHHH... NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
"I bought you a little present when I was in London. It's a slave trainer. You've got to learn to fuck up to your uncle's convenience... Perhaps it's the moment to give it to you!"
"Oh no... Let me go! LET ME GO!!!"
"Here you are, Fiona. As a woman you will know better than I how to use it!"
"Thank you, Master," said the maid, taking the huge phallus. She knelt next to Margaret's uplifted, defenseless bottom.
Uncle Silas looked down severely at his niece and took a puff at his cigar.
"My religious beliefs do not allow me to take part directly in these activities," he said. "I prefer to delegate, just in case. I would not like to meet my Maker with too much cunt juice on my fingers!" he said, laughing. "But my maid will do a good job on you, I can assure you. She's had a lot of practice working on cunts and assholes!"
The maid rubbed the end of the enormous phallus round and round between Margaret's exposed sex lips.
Silas smiled. "You are too weak, Fiona. You are too kind to her! I would push it in dry!"
The maid smiled and, resting one hand on the girl's buttocks, pushed hard and cruelly, driving the whole phallus deep into Margaret's vagina.
Margaret gasped as the huge wooden phallus touched her lips. The maid gasped too. She had never seen one like it. Then...
"NOOOOOOOOO ! You'll kill me! You're crazy! NOOOOO ! AAAARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"Now you are going to exercise this English cunt of yours. You need to gain expertise before working on the real thing!"
"Well done, Fiona. I shall leave you now. We have guests for dinner this evening, the Hamishes and the Douglases. They will be interested to see a naked Englishwoman! You may do whatever you wish with her. I suppose it will be candle again? It will teach our lady to squeeze the phallus properly!"
"NOOOOOO!!! Please, I haven't done anything! Why are you doing this to me?"
"Haven't done anything, You're English, and you haven't done anything to the Scots ?
"AAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH !!!"
"Aye, it's very hot if I hold the candle down near your posh English bottom!"
"You look lovely, Margaret. There is real suffering in your face! I shall always remeber you as you are now!"
"Leave it a comfortable heigh, Fiona. Use the black stick on both the slut holes!"
"My father would... AAAAGHHHH... would kill you if he were here!"
"Silence Margaret! I think the only lips Fiona wants to see moving are your cunt lips !"
"She can speak if she wants, it's fine by me" said the maid. "But she has to say, the English are scum"
"AAAAGHHHH!!! NO! AAAAAAAAGHHHHHH!!! All right! The English are... aaaghhh !!! ...scum"
"Scum's the word" said the maid. "So it's down on your knee, lassie, and open your mouth. My husband put his Scottish spunk into your pretty little english mouth !"
"Your... your husband ?"
"Aye, Jamie's my husband. He's had no sex from me from twenty years. I'm from a decent God-fearing family! Jamie's a catholic, what can ye expect? Open your mouth and suck!"
SUCK! SLURP!
"Suck hard, damn ye! I wanna see your cheeks go in! Put some bloody effort into it or I'll hang you upside down with your legs apart and I'll beat your big wet cunt with my leather belt! Christ you're a bloodless race!"
"UGH... I'm ... coming! OOOOH !"
"If you leave one wee drip behind, my husband will flog your cunt! And I'll get the cat-o'nine-tails and I'll whip your big tits at the same time! Now lick up your Scottish porridge !"
On orders from Uncle Silas, Margaret was washed and made up, and a horse's tail was inserted into her anus. At dinner time she was led downstairs, to the fascination of the dinner guests, her full breasts bouncing heavily on the stairs...
"That's no filly," said Mr Douglas. "That's a cow, and a fine udder she has too!"
"Good Lord," said Mr Hamish. "If you need a hand with the milking, I'm your man!"
"Turn round, Margaret, and show the guests your cunt and your tits. Also open your cunt lips for everyone to see."
I ... I can't... Help me, I've been kidnapped! Help me, please!"
SWIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISH!
"AAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! NOOOOOOOO!!!
Don't hit me! I'll do it!"
Margaret pulled her sex lips back and moved slowly round on her sore bottom...
"Now say, fuck me, please, fuck me, please...", said Uncle Silas.
Margaret obeyed. "Fuck me, please... fuck me, please!... fuck me, please!"
From where she lay on the carpet, moving slowly round, she had a dizzying view of the men removing their trousers.
Their wives withdrew politely to the salon, leaving the men to work up an appetite for dinner... Margaret felt sick as she saw the erections flopping crazily above her...
The men pulled her roughly to her feet and dragged her over to the dining table. They threw back the tablecloth and forced her to lean backwards onto the table, showing her open cunt. Then they tied her feet to the table legs...
Margaret gave a quick scream as Mr Hamish pushed his penis deep into her. Her voice was soon cut off, however. Mr Douglas had sat astride her and was holding her head in a vice-like grip . He pushed his cock deep into her protesting mouth...
Uncle Silas looked on, a half-smile on his face. "You are beginning to learn the value of obedience," he said. "During dinner you will be placed on your back in the middle of the table. I know Mr Hamish will want to use your cunt as a salt cellar. And the night will be long, I can assure you. When all the guests, men and women, have finished with you, Jamie will tie you down over a whisky keg, on your back, with your legs apart and your cunt up high.
He will use a heavy leather belt on you, again and again, on your open sex lips. His wife will use the riding crop on your big tits at the same time. It is important that you learn quickly that all your body belongs to your Master. For ever."
Margaret's eyes opened wide in terror. She choked for air as member forced its way into her mouth and down her throat. She winced in pain as the other member pushed again and banging its way blindly, painfully, towards her womb.
For the first time, she realized that nothing was hers any more. She had lost her father's inheritance, but she had lost her body too. All of her naked body was now at everyone's disposal.
She belonged to them all, to her uncle, to his guests, to the severe-looking maid with the stinging riding crop, to her cruel, oafish husband with the dripping member and leather belt, and to anyone her sinister Uncle Silas chose...
The End
