Torture was his game, after school was brutal when my evil uncle was asked to babysit me. Mom could careless whether I made it out alive or not, training me to be the perfect tight wet pussy slave, making me crave the pain.
Bending me over his knees, he’d rip off my school uniform, push my satin pink panties to the side and shove his fingers in my tiny little one cooter, so ripe and pure, ready for his sick pleasure to rip out of me. Daddy sometimes watched egging him to “smack that ass till she’s red”, or “she hasn’t learned yet”. I’d beg them to stop but he’d spread my cheeks, hold my legs apart, rapid finger fucking, widening my little gap for his creepy creechie cock would fit in, the more rage he gave, he would shower me with toys, making me earn my keep.
My swollen baby bell leaking with fear, oozing all over his massive shaft, every push and pull tore my insides. Fecal bloody spooge running down my skinny legs like a slow drip, turning that incestual pedo creep on even more. He was a sick man with a plan to keep my on my knees for the rest of my life, making sure I’d begin to enjoy being tortured, abused and violated, creating that sexual urge and desire for my master to do me the same.