Whipped and bound niece

CHAPTER ONE

"But I want to be an actress!" Cathy screamed at her mother.

Shiela Harp just went on knitting and staring at the television.

"You'll soon get that nonsense out of your head," Shiela said rather grimly, "and you're certainly not going to give up that restaurant training to chase off after some stupid dream like being an actress."

Shiela flipped the channel with an irritated flick of her hand and then flipped it back.

"But Uncle Conrad has an agency," Cathy said defiantly. "I'm going to ask him."

"You are not!" her mother snapped. She flipped the channel again. "I haven't spoken to my brother in ten years, and I don't intend to for the next ten."

"I know where he works," Cathy jeered, flicking her long dark hair over shoulders. "I don't need you."

"Don't you dare go anywhere near my brother!" Shiela snapped, finally looking up. "That's an order, I don't like the way he lives. And he was the one who got your father to run off with that… that actress! Or so she said. I've never seen her on the television."

Shiela returned her steely gaze to the TV as Cathy stormed out of the room.

There was another thing her mother didn't know. Not only did Cathy knew where her Uncle Conrad's agency was, she had also saved up the money to take the bus. She stared at the mirror in her room, working up her courage. She knew she could make it big, after all she had the right attributes for it. Her dark sensuous looks already got more than their share of attention from the boys in her college, and the slim, curvaceous lines of her body had caused a full-scale assault on her purity from one of the teachers. But Cathy was an old-fashioned girl, she was going to save herself for marriage.

Cathy had it all planned out, seeing herself as the next Miss American Purity, star of the silver screen.

Her mind was made up.

She turned away from the mirror and checked the bus timetables. There was one at midnight, that was perfect, there was no sense in waiting. She crept down the stairs with her suitcase.

"Just off to see Jackie, Ma!" she called.

"Don't be late!"

Ten hours later, Cathy was in a state of highflying excitement as she arrived in New York. The skyline of Manhattan, the bubbling life, all infected her with energy despite the long bus journey. She asked a cop and got the directions, and soon she was heading up an elevator.

A beautiful, dark-haired woman of about twenty was polishing her nails behind a desk in a luxurious office.

"Yes?"

"I want to see my Uncle Conrad," Cathy said, putting her suitcase down.

"Your what?" the woman sneered.

"Conrad Williams is my uncle," Cathy said, standing her ground.

Very slowly the woman got up. Cathy noticed that her blouse was stretched tightly across her low-slung tits and her leather skirt was cut very short, almost revealing the tops of her black stockings.

She looked at Cathy over the desk. "What's your name?"

"Cathy. Cathy Harp."

"Yeah." The woman walked around the corner, disappearing from sight.

There was a knock, and a door clicked open and shut.

"Oh, she's here, is she?" said a man's voice, angry and loud. "I'll deal with it."

The door opened, and a tall, dark-haired man in a blue suit came around it, pacing as if he didn't have much time.

"Now look here!" he snapped. "Your fuckin' mother just called me and she wants you back right…" He tailed off, staring at Cathy. "Jesus! You grew up!"

"Yes," Cathy said slyly. She hung her head a little under his strong gaze.

"So you want to be an actress, huh?"

"Yes, Uncle," Cathy replied, blushing wildly. Behind him, the receptionist leaned against the wall, a sneer on her face.

"Call me Conrad. And come in here! We've got a lot to talk about!"

He led her past the receptionist, who had lost her sneer by this time, and into his office.

"Well," he said, stand there a moment, "let me look at you. Head up, come on, if you want to act."

Cathy was still blushing, but she got her head up. "What did my mother say?"

"Oh, fuck, Shiela," Conrad replied. "She never understood a thing anyway. Now, take that coat off – my God you're beautiful!"

He walked around her, examining her inch by inch. Her soft, sensuous face with its very slightly snubbed nose and wide-spread fawn eyes. The generous lips, open slightly, red and full, curving as if in invitation. And Cathy was still blushing, making her look even more beautiful. He made her turn, pull her shoulders back, admiring the soft lines of her young body, her thrusting tits, her swelling ass and wonderful, long, shapely legs.

"Here," he said, "put these on."

It was a pair of five-inch heels, and Cathy had some trouble with them. They also made her a little nervous: her mother said high heels were the devil's work and tempted the lusts of men, but then Cathy felt safe with her uncle, so it didn't matter.

"Just walk a bit." He watched her. "Jesus H. Christ! The things those do to your legs! Not to mention your ass. Well, fuck me, sit down and let's talk."

His language made Cathy feel nervous, but then he was her uncle so it must be all right.

"You act at all?"

"Just in school," Cathy said, looking at him more closely now. Her uncle had to be in his early forties, but he was still a wonderful figure of a man, tall, commanding and very secure in his movements.

He leaned back, studying her. "So where are you staying in town?"

"I-I don't really know. The Y, maybe, I hadn't…"

"No, not that!" He chuckled. "You must stay with me. Now how about you head on to my place and relax, and I'll see you about six tonight?"

"Oh, great, yes!" Cathy gasped, getting up.

"Get Renata to give you the key – Renata, my secretary," he added as Cathy stood there, looking a little lost and confused.

Conrad's condo apartment was as luxurious as Cathy had imagined. She took a shower and then fell asleep for several hours, waking up feeling very refreshed. When Conrad came home she was dressed in a plain flowered dress.

"Ready to hit the town?"

"Tonight?" Cathy gasped.

"Sure!" He chuckled. "We move fast in this a city. I got a small group of us together, so it should be a great party. And these two guys you'll meet have got contacts, so be real nice to them."

"Oh yes, Uncle, I will!" Cathy was unable to believe her luck.

"Just one thing," Conrad said. "You really can't go out in New York dressed like that. I got Renata to get you some clothes, so put them on. They'll fit. One glance and Renata can tell exactly what size anybody is."

He tossed her a large bag which Cathy took and went into the bedroom.

She wasn't sure about the clothes, they were almost as revealing as the ones Renata wore, but it was New York and Cathy wasn't going to argue.

First there were white stockings with lacy suspender straps to hold them up. Cathy had trouble with them both, her mother had never let her wear things like that, but she got them on at last. The suspender straps were attached to a matching white waist-cincher that stopped well below her tits. There was a matching bra and panty set, also white, and very small. The panties hardly covered her ass and the bra was a quarter-cup one that pushed her lovely tits even higher than normal.

Cathy examined herself in the mirror as she put on the little lacy slip, realizing that she looked very sexy indeed. That made her feel nervous.

Then there was the dress, a modern fashion Cathy was sure, loose and high cut, but it was so short it almost showed her stocking tops, and Cathy didn't want to look like Renata. But she put it on and the belt, then finally the shoes, heels like the ones Conrad had made her wear earlier. She brushed her hair and went back out to him.

"Heeeey, great!" he exclaimed, admiring her. "Let's go!"

There were six of them at the restaurant. Renata was there, being a real snit whenever she glanced at Cathy. Her hard but beautiful face, with brunette hair falling as low as her tits, was pouting most of the time. She wore a slightly longer leather dress than before, but it was slit to her upper thigh and showed the lacy beginnings of her garter strap.

Then there was Alisha, an actress, or so she was introduced to Cathy. She was a strange, giggly blonde with a pretty, innocent face, darkbrown eyes and straight hair. She played up to all the men, trying to keep their attention from the more beautiful Cathy. Often she leaned forward, letting her open-necked dress fall forward, revealing her small, thrusting tits. And she let her hemline slide dangerously up her thighs whenever she could.

The two men were business friends of Conrad's. There was Eric, medium height, fair hair, slim and tough-looking. And there was Nolan, who was obviously a body-builder, since he bulged dangerously out of his suit. He seemed pleasant enough, chatting more easily than any of the others.

It all passed in a blur for Cathy. She let them talk while she took it in. She was in New York and about to make it to the big time. She could hardly contain her excitement.

"Back to my place?" Conrad asked as they sipped cognac.

"Sure," Eric replied.

"Oh yeahhh!" Alisha giggled.

There was a strange tension in the taxi. Cathy dismissed it, rather upset that she hadn't got to see more of the city. With visions of nightclubs in her head she got out at Conrad's place and followed them.

"So how do we get Cathy's career started?" Conrad asked as they were all getting drinks.

Cathy blushed again and looked at the great view from the window that overlooked over Manhattan.

"Got to teach her how to audition," Renata said and there was a strange tone in her voice.

"Oh yes," Eric agreed, "got to teach her that!"

He sat back in a large stuffed chair and grinned.

Conrad pushed, some buttons. The curtains closed and the lights dimmed. Part of a wall slid open, and there was darkness behind it. Cathy felt fear run through her, but she had no idea why.

"Would you like Alisha to show you how too audition?" Conrad asked, coming over and taking his niece by the waist.

"Er… sure," Cathy said uncertainly.

"Well, sit down here. She'll show you with Eric."

Her uncle sat beside her on the massive couch, his arms around her shoulders. Cathy felt even more uncomfortable. Renata was perched on the other side of her and Nolan lounged in a chair between the sofa and the door.

The lights dimmed further.

Eric pushed a desk out onto a raised about a foot above the rest of the floor. He in a soft chair behind it, studying some papers, Cathy swallowed nervously as she saw Alisha come out of the shadows and knock on a table, posing as if waiting for a door to open.

"Come in," Eric said.

Alisha swayed into the stage area, and Cathy knew at once that she was in the middle of some depravity. But her uncle's grip got firmer around her shoulders and there was nothing she could do but sit there.

"Hi," Alisha said breathlessly. "I'm an actress!"

"Tell me something new," Eric replied coldly, keeping his eyes on his papers. "You got something special, tell me. Otherwise the door is behind you."

Alisha dropped her purse on his desk and leaned down over it. "Some men think I'm special."

She pushed her tits together, close to his face. She held there, her loose dress falling well away from her body, so Eric could see whatever he wanted.

"That's all?" he said at last.

"Oh noooo!" Alisha purred.

She stood up and swayed her way around the desk. She slid her hands down the front of her dress and eased it up, inch by inch. Her red stockings outlined every curve of her tight calves and thighs as the dress hem slid higher, to the tops of her stockings.

"I pay cash for every part I get from you," she said in a low, sensual voice. "Graduated scale, what shall we say? Blowjob for a commercial, two blowjobs for a speaking part? And if I get a speaking stage role, or soap, then it's anyway you want it for as long as I run in it. Sound good? Have a good look, I'm worth it."

Eric was leaning back in his chair, staring at the young blonde.

Alisha worked her dress hem up the last few inches until the very bottom of her panties could be seen. They were also red, but pulled so tight that they looked semi-transparent and showed the curly blonde hair of her pussy mound beneath.

"Deal?" Alisha spread her legs, thrusting her pussy at Eric's face.

Very slowly he raised his hand, slid it along the curves of Alisha's calf, then on up over her stockinged knee to her thigh, closer until he reached the clip of her garter strap.

"Look, Uncle, I-I think I made a terrible mistake!" Cathy gasped, "I think I…"

"Sit still and watch!" he snapped. "You could learn something."

His voice sounded so harsh that Cathy fell back, blushing and trembling. She wasn't going to learn anything from this, but she would have to wait. She knew she would be on the next bus home.

Eric's fingers moved on slowly upward, easing over Alisha's creamy thighs. "You know, you've got something. But, shit, I get offers like this every day, why should I take you?"

"Because I fuck better than all of them," Alisha said, her voice trembling with excitement. "And I can deep-throat you, for as long as you want. Ever had a three-hour blow-job?"

Eric smiled. "Okay, maybe we got a deal. For one month, we'll see."

"Great!" Alisha replied. "Now how about your signing-on fee? How would you like that?"

She took his hand and held it to her pussy, rubbing it over her hot cunt. Already the crotch of her panties was wet and the insides of her thighs trembled.

"Well, first you gotta prove that you can deep-throat. Then… who knows?"

"Would you like to lay on your desk?" Alisha said softly. "That way I can kneel over you and you can play with my pussy if you want. Or do anything you want, I love it all."

She slid her hand to the back of her dress and pulled the zipper down, holding the dress over her tits as she did.

Eric slipped his jacket off. He climbed onto the desk and lay on his back. Cathy could see the massive bulge of his cock in his pants.

"Uncle," she pleaded, "I-I'm tired, I think I'll turn in. How about…"

"Sit still, I won't, tell you again!"

Cathy wanted to break into tears. She sat there, trembling as she observed the horrible, depraved scene being played out.

Alisha very slowly dropped her dress to the carpet, standing revealed in nothing but her bra, panties and her red stockings with their matching red heels. She leaned over Eric, easing the clasp of her bra off, holding the cups over her tits as she grinned at him.

"Take it off for me," she cooed.

Eric reached up and slid his hands over Alisha's bra, playing with her tits as he moved it slowly away.

Alisha reached for his pants. She unzipped them and slid her hand inside, taking his cock and pulling it out until it sprang loose, sticking up like a long hard pole.

Cathy as horrified. She gasped and put her hand over her eyes. Eric's cock was at least nine inches long – thick, hard cockmeat! It was terrible, her mother had been right, Uncle Conrad lived in the most disgusting way, holding orgies in his condo. She had to find a way to escape. Alisha moved her luscious thighs around Eric's head, spreading them until her panties were stretched tight and the damp patch from her pussy juices was against his face. Then she bent slowly, holding his cock all the time until her soft lips came in contact with the hard, swollen cockhead. With a purr of lust, she licked it, then slid her soft lips over the throbbing flesh, sucking at it gently.

"Aaahhhh!" Eric sighed, sliding his hands over Alisha's ass. "Ooohh, that's great, honey! I can see a commercial for you, just around the corner."

Alisha pulled her soft red lips back a little until she was just kissing his cockhead and licking it softly.

"You wait until I've got you right down my throat." She gave another moan and moved her mouth downwards, taking his cock in slowly, in one continuous slide.

Cathy almost screamed with horror. She had never imagined anything so degraded.

Alisha's mouth slid the whole length of the monstrous cock, taking it in, her lips moving down until Eric's cockhead was thrusting into the throat and the muscles swelled to take it. She held it there, moving his swollen prickhead up and down in her throat, her fingers playing with his balls.

"Aaahhh, honey!" he gasped. "Oooohhh! I can see the very part for you, guaranteed if you can blow the producer too."

He gasped again, pushing his hands inside Alisha's panties, running his finger in her ass crack.

Alisha's gurgle left no doubt that she was willing to suck any cock to get the part. She stayed there, sucking Eric's massive fucker, her mouth bobbing up and down, her tits swaying with each movement.

"So, that's how you get a part," Conrad said with a grin. "See, it's easy, particularly for a chick as great as you. Fuck, you'll knock their eyes out, and their cocks'll get hard so fast they'll break their zippers." He gave a huge laugh. "So, you ready to try it?"

Cathy was shaking so hard she could hardly stand up, but she managed it. Avoiding the terrible things that were going on across the room, she picked up her purse.

"I'm… I'm not that kind of girl, Uncle. I'm not going to sell myself to get to the top."

"You show enough of your fucking body," he said with an uneasy grin. "Now get over there with Nolan and show us, bitch!"

"No!" Cathy shouted. "No, I won't be a part of your perverted life! I should have listened to my mother!"

She turned and ran straight into Nolan who gripped her arm and spun her round to face Conrad again.

Conrad pinned at her. "You're a fuckin' tease! You come on, all blushed and head down, and then, no dice."

"I don't!" Cathy protested.

"You wanna see what happens to bitches who tease us?" Conrad sneered.

"No – just let me go! I'll catch the next bus out, I won't say a thing to Mom, really I won't! Just let me – aaahhhh!"

With a brutal heave, Nolan had spun her around and pushed her back onto the sofa.

"Sit still!" Conrad said. "Okay, guys, let's see what a bitch deserves."

Both Eric and Alisha gave a groan. "No Conrad!" Alisha gasped. "Lemme suck him off! I can get it up again, you know what he's like. Come on! I'll make it fast, you know how much I love cum."

Quickly she sank her hot mouth over Eric's cock again.

Conrad laughed. "You'll be punished." Alisha gurgled, her throat full of cock.

She rammed her mouth deep on Eric's throbbing prick until she had it all inside and her wicked little tongue flicked around his cockshaft.

"Let me go!" Cathy begged. "Uncle, let me go! Please, stop this, please!"

"Take your hand off and watch, or take the consequences." Conrad's steely eyes were on her. He waited.

"Please, Uncle, please!" Cathy sobbed. "I'll count to three. One."

"Please, don't!"

"Two."

"Just let me…"

"Three! Tie her up. Any way you like." Cathy screamed, struggling against Nolan's iron grip. "Let me go!"

She lashed out at him, her hand hitting him on the shoulder.

Nolan held her in one hand, while his other one swung back and smacked her right across her face, then back again until she was screaming and dizzy.

"Cut it out!" he snarled. "Stand still!" He pushed her upright, and Cathy stood dazed, rubbing her face.

"Hands down," he ordered and Cathy obeyed, bursting into floods of tears.

On the desk, Alisha was working up and down on Eric's cock. He groaned with rising lust, one hand working her ass and pussy, the other on her tits, playing with them, pinching her nipples until Alisha gurgled and moaned with passion.

But Cathy was only dimly aware of that. Nolan's steel-hard hands gripped the neck of her dress and heaved. The material gave way as he ripped it open, almost to the waist.

"Noooo, you beast!" she screamed.

Cathy went for him, pummeling his chest as he held her. He just grinned, picked her up in one movement and carried her a few feet. Then he dropped her and grabbed her wrists.

Cathy looked up.

She screamed.

She had no idea where the thing had come from, but Renata was leaning on it, grinning, and Cathy saw the tracks on the carpet, leading into the darkness beyond the section of wall that had just opened. The thing was a massive piece of apparatus, standing eight feet tall, with shining metal pipes at all angles and heights and straps attached at various intervals. It looked like a piece of gym equipment.

"What are you going to do?" she sobbed. "Oh no! No!"

But already the leather straps were going around her wrists, and Nolan tightened them with one pull of his hands. He reached for the rope that led from the straps, over a pulley on the highest bar and back down. With a casual heave, he pulled and the rope swung up, taking Cathy's hands with it.

"Aaahhh! Help!" Cathy screamed as she was pulled up by her bound wrists, hanging from the straps, her feet only just touching the soft carpet. "No, you can't – no!"

Nolan tied off the rope and took the belt from around her waist. Then he reached for her torn dress and held the two sides as tie grinned at the helpless girl.

"You just wait," he growled, "you'll see exactly what we can do. And to a nice girl like you. Oh, it's criminal, that's what I think."

With another huge grin on his handsome, square face, he pulled. Cathy's dress ripped right to the hem.

"Ohhh, God! Save me!" Cathy screamed.

Nolan slapped her across the face again. "You'll have plenty of reason to scream later, so knock it off?"

His huge hand ripped at the shoulders of her dress, tearing it until it came away and Cathy hung on the rope with only her little slip covering the waist-cincher and her bra and panties.

The slip was already pulled up by her stretched arms almost to her ass, showing lots of her creamy white thighs. She twisted desperately on the rape, but there was no escape.

Then she saw what Nolan had picked up and almost fainted. It was a riding crop, the thin, leather-covered length trembling with menace.

He came up close and whispered in her ear: "Now watch Alisha suck Eric off, cunt. You get one stroke for any crying, any pleading, any fucking around at all. Got that?"

"Please, please!" Cathy begged. Her eyes bulged out as she saw him raise the riding crop. "Noooo, I – aagghhhh! Ohhh God!"

He lashed her right across her tight, swelling ass. The little white slip and panties were no protection at all. Utter agony burst through her as she wept and hung on the bar.

"Now you gotta listen," Nolan said, "just watch and keep your fuckin' mouth shut."

Through her tears, Cathy stared at the room. The others were carrying on as if nothing was happening. Renata leaned against the wall watching. Conrad sat on the sofa, watching Alisha's mouth slowly slide aver Eric's cock.

"She ready," Conrad asked.

"I reckon so," Nolan replied.

"Fine. Okay, Alisha, have fun."