Uncle Ash: Part 3

Over the next few months, Lori’s and Ashton’s new routine became normal for them. Mostly everything was the same; they still argued sometimes and played video games together other times. The main difference was that any time Ashton became horny, which happened almost at least once a day, he would begin to touch Lori’s body. Sometimes it stopped at touching and other times he went all the way. Any time she resisted he reminded her that she was his property and that he could become one of those terrible uncles that threatened or beat their nieces if they disobeyed. After a while, Lori stopped resisting at all.

One morning, Ashton awoke to the feeling of someone sitting on his waist. He already knew who it was before he even opened his eyes. Lori still had her own bed but often times he would drag her to his and she would pass out after being roughly fucked and end up spending the whole night in his bed. “What’s going on, sweetheart?” he asked while putting his hands on her hips and sliding her back and forth on his waist, rubbing the crotch of her panties against the bulge of his pajama pants.

She moaned and her eyelids fluttered drunkenly as she responded. “You have a half day at work, don’t you? We can go shopping this afternoon. Take me with you on the train today and I’ll just window shop for a few hours until you’re done.”

Ashton immediately remembered that school had ended for the summer recently and that Lori had been complaining about being bored at home. He was looking forward to a day out with her and this was the perfect opportunity. “Are you sure you won’t be bored waiting?” he asked while running his hands up her stomach and touching her still developing breasts. She gasped when he pinched her nipples and shook her head in response to his question. She was too stimulated to even talk. “Alright, let me just get dressed.” He glanced at the chair he had set his clothes out on for today the night before. He quickly noticed that his belt was missing.

Looking up he saw that, apart from her panties Lori was completely naked, save for his leather belt wrapped around her neck. He grabbed the end and pulled on it, tightening it slightly. She stuck out her tongue and pretended to choke a little. “Master, it hurts,” she moaned.

“Aren’t you a little slut,” he was pleasantly surprised. She started to giggle but was cut off when he yanked on the belt, forcing her to lean forward until they were face to face. Her mouth was slightly agape as she struggled to keep from actually choking. “I thought you hated being my property,” he reminded her.

She nodded while trying to keep her eyes from rolling back into her head. Her eyelids were fluttering even more than before. “I hate it so much. It feels so wrong but just thinking about it turns me on,” she admitted. “I never know how you’re going to treat me from one moment to the next. Whenever you’re mean to me though you always fuck me. I’ve started expecting it.”

Suddenly Ashton slapped the side of her face, hard enough to leave a red hand print. Lori glared at him in annoyance for a moment before slowly adjusting her expression to one of lust. “What you’re saying is, you like it rough?” Ashton confirmed. She nodded while grinding her crotch against his waist even harder.

He slapped her ass next, once again leaving a mark. She yelped in pain but quickly calmed down again. He slapped her breasts a few times but got a much less pained response. She even kept her calm when he pinched her nipples. She only screamed again when he twisted them. However, once again she calmed down quickly.

Smirking, Ashton licked one of her nipples and sucked it into his mouth. He bit down on the areola as hard as he could. This time she shrieked and tried to sit up. When she did she saw teeth marks and blood around her nipple. It had felt like getting stabbed in her most sensitive place. She glared daggers at him, wanting to scold him.

He just laughed. “I guess you don’t really like it rough.” He picked her up by the waist and set her on the bed beside him. He then rolled out the other side and walked toward the bathroom. She leapt off the bed and wrapped her arms around him from behind. “Please, my cunt has been aching since this morning. I really do want it.”

“Listen to you. What happened to all that talk about getting a boyfriend and being innocent and in love? Now you put a choker on yourself and ask to be hit.” He shook his head disappointedly. His smile showed he was not actually disappointed though. She simply fidgeted in front of him, pinching her hands between her thighs tightly.

With the end of the belt, he led her back to the bed and laid her face down. He then lifted her feet and curled them until they were at her waist. He wrapped the end of the belt around her ankles and tied it tightly. When he released his hold on her feet they pulled on the belt and tightened it around her neck. She struggled to lift her head but the leather was still digging into her windpipe slightly. She tried to speak but was unable to.

He chuckled to himself as he went to the bathroom to shower. When he came back he found her no longer struggling. Her face was red and her tongue was hanging out. Drool was dripping onto the bed. There was a wet spot under her crotch as well. At some point she had relaxed herself too much and peed a little.

He rolled her over onto her side and left her like that as he dressed himself. Only when he decided he needed his belt to complete his wardrobe did he return and untie her ankles. As soon as the belt was off her neck she sprung to life and began a fit of coughing. “What the fuck?” she screamed when she was finally able to talk again.

“You said you liked it rough,” he reminded her.

“That wasn’t rough, that was BDSM,” she spat.

“Maybe we should get a whip and a gag,” he surmised.

“No need. Just use your goddamn cock already. Please, I really want it,” she whimpered.

He checked his watch and shook his head. “Get dressed. The train leaves soon.”

She opened her mouth to argue but did not know what to say. She could not suggest he be late for work on a half day. She scurried out of the room. She did not have time to take a shower and merely dressed herself in a summer outfit; a skirt and blouse. She also put on an ascot to hide the fresh marks on her neck from the belt.

While checking her appearance in the mirror she silently lamented her situation. She was not financially independent enough to move out but when she was would she even want to. She had already become used to her life as Ashton’s toy. It was too late for her to try having a normal boyfriend. She still found herself hating him from time to time but it was nowhere near as much as when he first started molesting her. She was more angry at herself for enjoying it as much as she did. Whenever he did not touch her for a long time she would get clingy just like that morning. Even though she still felt their relationship was inappropriate she had no one but him to turn to whenever she was horny and needed relief.

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Ashton noticed that, far from her originally clingy attitude of the morning, Lori was almost completely ignoring him during the train ride to work. The train was packed to the point that neither of them had a seat and they could only stand while holding the poles in the aisle. Lori intentionally faced away from him, staring out at the passing walls of the subway.

Ashton rested his chin on her shoulder and spoke directly in her ear. “Were you that horny this morning?” he asked.

She jolted at the feeling of his breath on her ear. “Please don’t talk about that sort of thing in public,” she hissed.

“You were so aggressive,” he continued to taunt her. He even lifted part of her hair and kissed the back of her neck. She shuddered but did not say anything. She was already getting turned on again. “You’re so adorable when you pretend not to be a slut.” He ran his hands down her back and slid them into the waist of her skirt.

“I wasn’t a slut before I moved in with you,” she grumbled. No matter if she had come to enjoy sex, the only reason she even experienced it was him. He had no right to chastise her for it. He often acted like molesting her was punishment she deserved for being a slutty girl who enjoyed being molested. His logic annoyed her to no end.

Lori was still enjoying the attention she was getting though. She closed her eyes and swayed to the rhythm of the train as he ran his fingers along the crevices of her body. Suddenly he stopped and moved his hands back to her shoulders. She opened her eyes to see a man in a blazer standing up from one of the benches. Before speaking he swatted Ashton’s hands off Lori’s shoulders and pulled her away from him.

“Let go.” She struggled to get away. He quickly released her.

“You can have my seat, missy.”

“Excuse me. Who are you?” Ashton asked in annoyance.

“I could ask you the same question. What are you doing touching a young girl on a train? Thought you saw an easy target? Why are you traveling alone, missy?” the man asked Lori.

“I’m not.” She looked at Ashton, expecting him to explain everything.

Ashton was quite worried. He did not know how much the man had seen. He obviously did not notice the two of them get on the train together. The way Lori was ignoring him at first must have given the impression they were strangers. The proper thing to do would be to explain that she was his niece but Ashton felt that was unnecessary. If he chose to defend himself he would look guiltier. The best course of action, he decided, was to act like he had done nothing wrong.

“Come on, Lori.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her away from the man. He stared after the two as they left the train car and entered the next one.

“He thought you were a kidnapper or something,” Lori gasped when she was finally calm enough to speak.

“Imagine that,” Ashton chuckled. “What would you do if a stranger really did try to have his way with you on a public train?”

Lori bit her lip and looked up at him. Her face was slightly red and she had already begun to fidget in place.