Her little body bucked and thrashed, pulling against the restraining ropes pinning her wrists and ankles to the waist-high couch. She screamed a pitiful wailing of the deepest pain as the sharp needle was pushed clean through her nipple.

Things had progressed now to a more terrifying and dangerous level, so very different to when it all started. Why did she feel compelled to comply with his perverted wishes and his overbearing regime? Obligation perhaps, she was under his spell and his command for sure, as she had been since childhood. 'Uncle' would command and Uncle would control, just as he always had, to manipulate her and to get his way.

Now though, he was using emotional blackmail as well as threats of violent punishments to keep her under his wicked spell. Were these though the real reasons that Claire continued to comply, or were there other more deeply seated reasons for bowing to his sexual demands?

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She stood obediently before him as she had done everyday since she was a child. Her hands were clasped behind her back, head bowed and her gaze downcast subserviently, as was required of her. The girl, Claire, wore full school uniform and had her long blond hair styled in neat little pigtails, just as he insisted she should. Each and every day for all those years she had paraded every morning for his inspection.

It was a strict and rigid regime and inspection that had become routine to her now, it was simply part of her day. "I don't want this uncle," she said in a pitiful little voice that made her words seem apologetic and were spoken as little more than a whisper, "I'm not a little girl anymore. I don't wear this to college, school is long since past." He would sit silently in the middle of the room on the straight-backed dining chair with his hands resting on his knees and back straight. The ageing man would have a set expression and the most severe of glints in his eyes.

He would begin with her shoes, the gleaming polished toes and heels, and even the thin straps and little silver buckles would be checked for the slightest blemish. Her little white ankle socks had to be just right, rolled back down her ankles to form even and level hems just above the straps. The pleated skirt, light grey and short had to finish way up her thighs, midway between her knees and her groin. Each pleat ironed crisply to a sharp stiffness, he would have it no other way. A long-sleeved white blouse starched and pressed to eliminate all creases with three buttons open at the neck to give the faintest hint of her cleavage. It had to pull over and tightly under her breasts to show their thrust, he insisted upon this part being so.

The striped school tie had to be loose and arranged at the neck in a seemingly haphazard abandon and yet it was anything but haphazard, it was precisely placed and arranged so as to comply with his demands. Bright red lipstick, scarlet and whorish, coated her lips and matching red varnish on her long elegant fingernails. "I am - was," his deep voice boomed in the stillness, "your legal Guardian not your true uncle but you may continue to address me as such. Today, Claire, you are eighteen years of age and it is time." Her head lifted, her eyes filled with questioning innocence. "Time, uncle?" "Time for you to repay me for all the years I have clothed and fed you, given you a roof over your head and cared for you. For the nights that I nursed you through illness and for the devotion I have given to ensuring that your education is complete." "But I am grateful uncle, really I am. I would hope that you would know that." He gave a wry smile. "But showing it is quite another."

She took a pace forward, her hands outstretched in sincere pleading. Hurt and pain in her eyes at his obvious disappointment with her. "How uncle? Tell me and I will do it." His smile broadened. "Come, come and stand closer to me, place your knees almost touching mine and look at me." She did so with a child-like quality, eager to please and to be praised for doing so, as she always had. Claire liked to please uncle despite his demanding ways. "You have been growing fast, Claire, the last few years in particular,

I have watched you. The way your body and looks have developed to transform you into a most attractive and sexy young lady." She blushed but nodded slowly her acceptance. "I have watched the way your legs have filled out and shaped, your slender thighs and pert backside." Her cheeks flushed full red to burn deeper her embarrassment. "Your breasts now are full and ripe..." "Uncle!" she gasped. His voice rose in both volume and pitch to portray his high level of excitement. "The way they thrust against your blouse, teasing me and offering themselves simply to be touched." "But uncle it isn't right for you to talk this way." "Do you not feel it yourself, girl? Your body is awakening, developing sexually as you enter adulthood?" She nodded. In all the years she had been with him he had always been direct and honest with her - if unbearably strict and demanding. It was with a comfortable ease that she answered, despite the intimacy of the subject, knowing what he said to be the truth. "Yes, I have felt that of late." "Do your nipples harden at times?" he asked excitedly. She hesitated and glanced at him before averting her eyes. "Yes," she admitted softly. "And your clitoris? Does that firm too - at nights?" Her face glowed red as she flushed in embarrassment but the girl nodded.

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