Danielle and Uncle Armand

CHAPTER NINE

The very next day, I decided no longer to submit to Jackie's demands but to provoke them instead.

It was I who went into her room when she had just put her dress on.

“I'm sorry,” I said, “but you were in too much of a hurry. You'll have to undress.”

“Why?” she asked, a little surprised by my determined attitude.

“Why? Quite simply, I want to fuck you.”

She stared at me, visibly stunned. She wasn't accustomed to me taking the initiative. Thus far, she had been the one to direct the proceedings.

“I would have been delighted to make love with you,” she said finally. “But I don't have time. I have an appointment at the hairdresser's.”

“Your hairdresser can wait… my cock is incapable!”

I threw myself on her immediately.

It was a bitter struggle during which Jackie tried to defend herself like a tigress. She clawed and bit. Her resistance, more or less feigned, only increased my fury.

It was a ferocious battle interrupted by cries, insults, and threats.

“No,” shouted Jackie, “no… I don't want to!”

But since we were alone in the house, I didn't worry about her cries.

“No… no one has ever raped me!”

We had just rolled onto the bed, that same bed where Jackie had been fucked so many times by my brother.

“No… stop…!”

But, having succeeded in imprisoning her wrists in one of my hands, I undid her dress with the other.

I didn't have any trouble extracting a firm breast and riveting it solidly to my mouth. I bit into it so ferociously that I had the taste of blood in my mouth.

Jackie treated me like a brute, an assassin, a sadist, and a rapist. She moaned with pain. She bled. She begged.

“Do you want my cock?” I asked again.

“No… not now…”

I dug my teeth even more savagely into her breast, which was already bearing the stigmas of my cruelty. This time, my sister-in-law let out the moan of a wounded animal.

“Oh! This is terrible! Oh, no, I can't stand anymore…”

Carried away by primitive instincts, I would have tortured her until that fruit wound up cracking between my jaws.

Jackie guessed this. So, all in tears, she opened her thighs and offered me access to her pussy.

“Ah,” she screamed, “oh, you bastard!.. you're going to kill me. Oh!.. you're going to destroy my cunt…”

It wasn't just her cunt that I was planning to ruin.

Withdrawing my tool from her pussy, I told her to kneel on the edge of the bed. My sister-in-law looked at me with a beam of fright in her eyes.

“But what do you want?” she babbled.

“What do I want?”

I let out a laugh that must not have reassured her because her anguish became almost terror.

“I want to plant my prick in your whore's hole!”

“Oh no!”

It was almost a supplication.

“No… I don't want it to hurt…”

“You told me that your uncle initiated you.”

“That only happened once… since then I haven't done it… So, it's just as if I never did.”

“Very well, this is the time to start again. If you don't obey, I'll bite your tit again.”

Grabbing her tit, I got ready to plant my teeth into that fleshy globe.

“Oh, no!” cried the young woman, “have pity…”

And, suddenly becoming docile, she did as I ordered.

Sliding behind her, I pushed her skirt up over her hips. Then I parted her buttocks. Pointing my rod at her anus, I managed to maneuver myself so that the glans penetrated the narrow orifice.

“Owww!” moaned Jackie, “oh… it hurts… no… stop… have pity.”

Pity for that slut? Never!

Clinging to her hips, I threw myself forward with all my might.

And my cock penetrated deep into her intestines.

Jackie was screaming, and this pain caused me an equivocal pleasure. I felt an intense satisfaction of vengeance and an almost sadistic joy.

I was buggering her!

“Here you are, whore… here's a ram for your asshole… Wait! here it is again…!”

I didn't spare her any pain and yet her ass seemed to adapt itself to the dimensions of my prick.

Soon the young woman began to move with my rhythm. I heard her pant.

“Ooh!.. it's starting to feel good… oh baby…”

While I was ramming her with my weapon, I was also digging my hand into her buttocks.

“Do you like this?” I asked.

“Ooh!.. it still hurts… but I adore it anyway… oh, darling… come… empty yourself inside me… I want your come… I need it… darling… ah!.. it's coming… I feel it… ah!.. there it is… you're filling me… I'm full of your come…”

No sooner had I spread my seed in her intestines when I felt the terrible desire to impose new cruelties on this tramp.

My cock was temporarily out of service so I looked around for some object to replace it. Then I noticed a little bottle of beer placed on the nightstand. In the morning Harry preferred beer to a cup of tea.

“Don't move,” I told Jackie.

Grabbing the bottle, I immediately slid the neck into the ass I had just been fucking. It was extremely easy.

My companion sighed with joy. But I had intended to give her pain.

I withdrew the bottle and turned it around.

This time, as I had hoped, Jackie began to utter little cries like someone being burned alive. “Oh… no… not like that… no!.. oh you're going to kill me… oh!.. that's terrible… stop!.. no… no… it hurts too much… no… you can see that it will never go in…”

I wanted it to go in.

With my fingers I furiously separated the orifice that was still sticky with sperm. And I pushed with all my might in order to make what had become an instrument of torture penetrate that hole. I finally succeeded, but not without having cruelly torn her bleeding flesh. My sister-in-law was sobbing convulsively.

Half-unconscious, she didn't even have the strength to fight any longer.

An instant later, having regained her senses and dried her tears, Jackie sat on the bidet and washed her buttocks.

At times, she couldn't hold back a grimace. Her asshole must have been very painful.

“Well!” she exclaimed suddenly. “You were so timid yesterday, I almost had to rape you. But you've become a regular brute!”

And I intended to be a brute with Jackie from now on. With her and all other girls.

I would kiss them. I would fuck them. I would bugger them. I would submit them to my sadistic instincts. I would humiliate them. I would reveal their vices.

That way I would only be able to feel contempt and disgust for them. This disgust and contempt would erect a barricade behind which I would be sheltered from all sentimentality.