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The Trade - by BindandGagHer



"Look. We've been over it. You want me to take over your mortgage, that's the price. It's not like I'm going to kill her; or hurt her; I love Eve, and I will take care of her. She will be happy. Just tell yourselves that and it will all be easier." Karl's sister and brother-in-law glared at him in silence across the table. Yvonne, their oldest child, a tall, slender 18-year-old who had just finished high school, was watching TV in the other room. He knew they had already made their choice; the fact that the girl was here was proof of that. But he also knew they had to at least try to talk him out of it.

He was not going to budge. They had bought their huge house at the height of the housing bubble, needing the room for their seven kids, and then the bubble burst, and they ended up with a half-million-dollar mortgage on a $200K house. They couldn't refinance, and they were having trouble making the payments since Karen had been laid off from her last job. In spite of promises from the Administration, unemployment had gone up and up, and they were about to lose their house. Karl was their last chance. That he would have asked such a price was unthinkable to them. That they would have agreed (for the sake of their other children) was inevitable to him.

Karl made it rich with some risky investments that paid off, and then investing that money even more riskily. It was just dumb luck that he hadn't lost as much as others had when the economy collapsed, and he immediately re-invested, against the warnings of his broker. He knew we had hit dead bottom, and he was right. He had nearly doubled his already impressive portfolio, and with his subsequent diversement, he was in no risk of losing it now.

So he could afford their mortgage, along with his private mansion on five acres. But he lived here alone, not even a butler. He enjoyed his privacy, and he actually liked keeping the place clean. It gave him something to do two days of the week that actually felt like honest work. He let a grounds crew take care of the huge lawn, but he had large natural gardens added to reduce their work, and their bill. There was no reason for any of them to come within sight of the windows the way he'd had the place landscaped.

There were tears in his sister's eyes as she and her husband snuck out the door, leaving their innocent angel in this horrible man's hands, a sacrifice for the sake of their other children, and their well being. Karen's husband returned a minute later with Yvonne's bags, packed without her knowledge. He did not look Karl in the eyes, but took one last glance inside before holding out his hand. Karl handed over the signed mortgage papers. Their house was now his, monetarily, but he would let them live there. As long as Yvonne made him happy.

Karl closed the door quietly, and locked it behind them. He smiled as he heard "Thor" playing on the TV in the family room. A few minutes later, he heard their car start up, and even then it was another minute or two before they pulled away and left their girl behind and began the long, 500-mile drive home.

He walked into the family room lightly, not intentionally trying to scare her, but simply because it was how he walked. He was constantly being told by folks he'd inadvertently scared that he "needed a bell on him." He realized as he stood behind her that she hadn't heard him, and while he had scared many people without trying, he thrilled to scare people, and he was good at it.

Karl stood there, looking down at his niece, his love, his pet. Her long, blonde hair was thick and full, pulled back into a wide ponytail, but with a healthy set of bangs over her forehead. He'd seen her when she came in earlier, and was pleased by how overly made up she was. It never failed to amaze him how parents let their kids dress up like whores, and his sweet little niece was no exception. Her pouty lips were perfectly covered in sparkly pink lipgloss, while her eyeliner was gorgeously dark. Her pink-purple eyeshadow was subtle, and it worked with her smooth, pale complexion, as did her perfect use of blush. Her hair was straight, too, and he imagined how soft it would feel when he ran his fingers through it.

The movie had reached a suspenseful scene, an ambush about to happen on screen, the music building up the suspense. Perfect, he thought. As the guard on the screen was killed, he seized her sides from behind and let out a horribly animal growl right next to her ear. Her flowery perfume was intoxicating!! She froze, her hands flailing pointlessly in front of her, and her shrill, little-girl scream echoed through the otherwise-empty house. She looked over her shoulder, and smacked him on the chest, "Uncle Karl!! That was mean!!"

He laughed and hopped over the sofa, to land next to her, and gave her a one-armed hug, which she resisted, pouting, not realizing how much cuter she was when she did so. "Aw, I'm sorry, Evey… I just couldn't help it. Please forgive me?" She looked at him out of the corner of her eye, and punched him again in the chest. A small smile turned up her pink lips. He slipped his arm around her shoulders and put his other around her front, and he hugged her to him. "That's my princess." She hugged him back, and said, "It was still mean." Her hair fell in a thick, soft sheaf over his arm, and it felt magically silky. He smiled, releasing her reluctantly, letting his finger trail lovingly through her hair as he did. "I know, honey. I am sorry." She smiled again, and went back to watching the movie.

He looked at her out of the corner of his eye. She was wearing a cute little white sleeveless top that had frills at the shoulders and ended at her midriff, showing off the little bellybutton rhinestone she'd glued in with that special adhesive that would come off in the shower. Pink, of course! The top clung jealously to her amazing breasts that jutted out so perkily from her chest, ready to poke out his eyes. Her shorts were tiny little things, fuzzy pink cotton, hardly covering anything down there, leaving so much leg exposed! And those long, lovely legs descended to slender little ankles in cute, pink ankle socks and sneakers with little puffballs at the tongue. And the sneakers had high heels.

Karl felt his desire building, so he rose from the couch, and kissed the top of her head, which made her look up at him and smile. With that, he left her to watch the movie. She was so oblivious, she didn't even realize her parents had left. Of course, she never would have expected them to leave her behind, so she could hardly be blamed. She didn't know why they had driven all this way on a Saturday morning (it was early afternoon now), nor why they had brought only her and none of her brothers or sisters, but it made her feel special, which was a rare thing when you are one of seven children.

He went back into the foyer, and picked up her bags, two large suitcases, and a good half dozen of those "tote bags" filled with her books, stuffed dolls, and pictures of her family she would never see again. He recognized one of the teddy bears as the one he always saw her sleeping with when he would visit her family. He loved sneaking into her room, watching the little teen sleep. She had been too young then for him to do anything with, but even at 16, he could see the beautiful young woman she was becoming. He was ecstatic that she was 18 now.

In two trips, he had taken her things up to the room he had set up for her. It was a lovely room, with a four-post bed, a large closet, and a cage just large enough for his new pet. Eventually, he would allow her to sleep in his bed with him, but that day would be a long way off. He looked over at the fuck machine he'd placed out of the way. Its cold metal gleamed in the CFL bulb's light. He had a small box of special dildos and lube ready for his little angel, too.

He was looking forward to taking her virginity, but he wanted her broken and obedient first. He wanted their first time to be with her begging him to fuck her. And then she would be his.




He took the pictures and contemplated throwing them away. That was her old life; this was her new one. But then it occurred to him that they would be very useful in controlling her; a reminder of those for whom she was making this sacrifice. And in time, he would make her throw them away. He saw one pic of her boyfriend, and took that one out. After going through her things, and making sure there were no phones, weapons, or anything else she should not have, he took the boyfriend photo into his room.

He took one of his photo albums out of the closet, and found a handsome portrait of himself that would fit the frame nicely. After a little switch, his smiling face looked out from the distinctive heart-shaped frame while the young boy's smiling face lie crumpled in his trash can.

In her room, Karl set up everything as nicely as he could, but he did not bother with most of her clothing. Her sexier underwear was kept, along with her cheerleader uniform and what had to be a Halloween costume, which he could only describe as "slutty witch." He kept the most revealing clothing, but the rest of her clothes went into trash bags. Her shoes all passed muster, as she had good taste and seemed to prefer the heels that pushed her ass up so sweetly.

After he'd hung the uniforms in the closet alongside the other uniforms he'd already procured for her, he put the rest of her clothes in the dresser and set the stuffed animals on the bed, with her favorite teddy bear front and center. The pictures were hung on the wall, placed on top of the dresser, and the one of him was placed on her nightstand where she'd be able to see it from either the bed or the cage.

He threw away all her posters, as they all had cute guys on them, and decided she did not need her award ribbons or trophies from her cheerleading squad any more, either. When he was done, he thought her room looked perfect, and he came back downstairs, placing the bags of trash carefully near the garage door.

Quietly, Karl returned to the living room, and saw she was sitting further down in the sofa, and he crept quietly up. The star of the movie was prancing around on screen without a shirt on, and she had her hand in her lap, playing with herself through her shorts! Dirty little slut, isn't she? he thought with a grin. He watched her, unseen. She wasn't really getting into the masturbation, probably remembering how easily her uncle had snuck up on her before, but she was definitely enjoying the scene.

With a clearing of his throat, he entered the room, and she sat up, blushing furiously. "Good movie?" he asked her, arching an eyebrow. She didn't look him in the eye, embarassed over having been caught. God! How humiliating! she thought to herself. He looked at the shirtless guy, and made an approving "Hmm." He sat down again next to her, closer than he really should have, and said, "Don't stop on my account, angel."

Yvonne looked at him, with revulsion on her face. This was her uncle! He was older than her dad!! She said, "That's not funny, Uncle Karl," and got up to leave. He admired her perfectly sculpted ass, the shorts riding up her buttcrack leaving nothing to the imagination. When he grabbed her arm and pulled her back down, and said, "I wasn't joking," he felt his erection build immediately. Yvonne looked at him, fearfully, then called out, "DADDY!!" Karl just looked at the young girl, still holding her arm, silently. She tried to pull away from him, "STOP IT! You're HURTING me! DAAAADDYYYYY!!!!"

Karl remained silent, looking serious, and he reached over her, grabbing her other wrist, and pulled it toward her lap. "Whatareyoudoing??? STOP IT! Let me go!!! NO! DAADDDYYY!!!!" She couldn't figure how her parents weren't coming to her rescue! Had they gone to the store for something?? He began to press her hand against her crotch, rubbing her hand against it as she fought him. "Stop it, Uncle Karl! I'll tell on you! I mean it! I'll tell if you don't stop! NO!"

He kept her one arm pinned to her side, his grip tight enough to hurt her, while he continued to rub her hand up and down against her pussy, rubbing it through her shorts. "I said to continue, Evey. Now do as you're told!" She was angry now, kicking ineffectually at him, "Stop it, you creep!! STOP IT! Daddy will get you for this! DAAAAADDDYYYYYYY!!!" She shrieked this last one, and he was pretty sure her voice would be hoarse tomorrow. But for now, her voice was pure and musical, and he loved the sound of it.

No matter how much he made her rub herself, he knew she wasn't going to come. That wasn't the point. He was establishing who is in control here. And despite her struggling and fighting, she had not yet tried to bite him. She was still a good little girl, and she would only get better. For now, though, he wanted to hear her scream more, so as the movie continued on the screen across the room and the early afternoon sun streamed into the house, he stood and pulled her to her feet. She saw his pants sticking out from his erection and screamed, "NOOOO!" and pulled away, to no avail. Karl spun the girl around to face the sofa, and he forced her back down onto it, lying on her stomach.

Quickly, he climbed on top of her as she began screaming, "NO! Get off me!! Get off meeeee!!! DADDY!! DADDDYYY!!! PLEASE, DADDY, SAVE ME!!!" He brought both of her arms above her head, and gripped her slender wrists tightly in one large hand, holding them there. Then his free hand began to range down, along her trim, lithe body, and she began to buck, spasm, and squeal with uncontrolled, unwanted laughter. Interspersed with the laughter were "No!"s, "Stop!"s, and "Please!"s. She also let out some delightful screams, especially when she felt his erection pressing firmly against her ass through both his pants and her shorts. Her wriggling was turning him on, as was the feel of her skin under his fingertips as he tortured the teen under him.

Yvonne was at the verge of going insane from this. Her uncle, Uncle Karl, the man she had always looked up to, who she had told about her first crush, he was now forcing himself on her, making her do dirty things and then pinning her down and tickling her, and she was pretty sure that if her parents didn't get back soon, he might even… She couldn't let herself think that thought, and she kept kicking her legs, trying to pull her hands free, and trying to roll him off of her. But nothing worked.

He kept her pinned like this, and he felt her ass against his dick, which just made him even harder. Her squirming was getting lesser, and he was getting bored with this, which he knew meant he might take her prematurely if he continued. So, without warning, he stopped tickling her, and pulled her to her feet. As he wrapped his arms around the struggling, fighting girl, she continued to shriek and cry out for her daddy.

His arms pinned hers to her sides, and she tried to kick at him, but he lifted her off the ground, and pulled her to his chest, his hard cock pressing against her butt, the crack still outlined in the shorts. She squirmed, struggled, kicked, screamed "PLEASE Uncle Karl!! NOOO!! STOP IT! STOP IT! LEMME GO!!! DADDDYYYY!!!"

Her screams continued as he carried the struggling girl to the stairs and when they got there, she let out a primal, "NO!" realizing that there was nothing up there but beds, and she found a new strength, throwing her head back into his face, stunning him as her skull hit his chin like a right cross. It hurt like heck for Yvonne, but she felt his arms relax just enough for her to slide her slender form through them.

Yvonne made a charge for the front door just opposite the stairs. She reached the door, and turned the handle to wrench the door open and bolt outside, down the driveway, and run for the road a few miles away. She was in perfect shape, and she could outrun her uncle, she knew that. As soon as she reached the road, she could keep running until a car came along (maybe her parents!) and she could flag it down for help. Then her uncle would pay for what he had done to her.

But the handle wouldn't turn. She panicked, and tried again. It still wouldn't budge. She tried to push the little button on the handle, but that did nothing. She tried pulling it up, pushing it in, pulling it out. Nothing worked!

Karl shook his head. She had surprised him with that head butt; he would not let her catch him off guard like that again, he vowed. He knew she had run for the door, and he smiled. When it was locked, no one could open it but him. No fingerprint scan or anything as fancy as that; it just required a certain sequence to be followed, and if you didn't know it, it could take you a month to guess it correctly, and that required you to even know what parts to move. He heard her struggling, and sounding more desperate with each failure.

With deliberation, he moved straight to the young girl and grabbed her by her fluffy ponytail, wrapping his hand in it, and yanking her back into his arms. He spun her around, and delivered a brutal punch to her stomach, knocking the wind and the fight out of her. Her beautiful blue eyes teared up, and she looked up piteously at her uncle, a man she loved. His face was sorrowful, as though he hadn't wanted to do that to her. "Now see what you made me do, Evey?" He sighed dramatically as he lifted the young girl over his shoulder. She was still trying to breathe, suddenly afraid that he had crushed her diaphragm and she would suffocate.

As he carried her limp form up the stairs, he continued, "If you behave and do as you're told, you will be rewarded. If you disobey, or try to fight me, or try to escape, like you just did, you will be punished." They had reached the top of the stairs, and he walked her toward a bedroom. She feebly tried to grab the door jamb in a last-ditch attempt to save herself. Her mouth formed the words, "Daddy, please save me!" but her lungs could not make the sounds, and the little girl slipped helplessly past the doorway and into the bedroom with her uncle.

The door closed quietly behind them.






Karl carried the sweet teen over to the bed, as she continued to try to catch her breath. He could tell she was still breathing, so he wasn't too concerned. She'd recover on her own soon enough. While she was still docile, though, he acted. The cage door was already open, and he unslung her from his shoulder and began to push her, head-first into the small metal prison. She stuck her hands out with more force than he would have thought possible, and a raspy "no" came out of her mouth. It was as close to a scream as she could get right now.

He lifted her, and slapped her hard across the face, leaving a red handprint on her soft cheek. Yvonne's head rocked from the blow, and she was stunned by it. No one had ever, ever struck her before, and the shock of the blow, along with the violence of it, took away her capacity for fight. He growled at her, "You disobey me, you get punished. That's twice now. I guess I'm just going to have to punish you twice."

Yvonne was confused. Where were her parents? How could her uncle be this cruel to her? What was he going to do with her? She felt herself being lifted up again, and carried over to the bed, where he sat on the edge of the mattress and placed her over his lap, her butt sticking up. The position wasn't helping her breathing any, and her face was starting to burn on the side where he'd slapped her so hard. She could taste a little blood on the inside of that cheek. How much more punishment could I get? she thought, not knowing the depths of her uncle's depravity.

With the sexy girl over his lap, he took one finger and hooked it into her waistband, right where the crack of her ass started at the base of her spine, and he tugged the cute shorts down, taking her lacy white panties down with them, exposing her perfect little ass cheeks. She reached back to try to pull them back up, and he smacked her hands away, painfully. Close to tears, she begged him, "P- please, Uncle… Don't. You can't; I'm just a little girl!" Her voice was still hardly more than a whisper.

He smiled and said, "And you're my little girl, Evey," as his hand came down sharply on her tender bottom. She squeaked with surprise at the pain, and he let it set in for a second before he spanked the other cheek, and she began to squirm to get away. He looped a free arm around her waist to hold her in place, and said, "One warning, Evey. Hold still and take your punishment." Again he spanked her, loving the sound of the slap on her skin, the way her sweet derriere was turning red, and her cries were lovely. She kept begging him to stop, trying to put her hands in the way of his punishing palm connecting with her already hurting ass cheeks. This was the wrong thing for her to do.

Without a word, he stood up, hoisting her up by the arms, and holding her almost off the floor he lifted her so high. Her breath came back to her, and she pleaded, "No, Uncle Karl! Please! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I won't do it again! PLEASE!" He said not a word as he crossed over to the neat stack of toys in the corner. She didn't know what half of them were for, but the rope he picked up had but one purpose she could think of.

She attempted to pull her hands free, but with her feet off the floor, she had no leverage, and he carried her back to the bed, throwing her roughly down on the mattress. She immediately started trying to crawl away, and to pull her shorts back up, but he was on her instantly, pushing her down onto the mattress, and pinning her there with his large form.

She was a tiny thing underneath him and she had no way to get free. She kept trying to turn over so she could fight him, but he was controlling her fully, and she was reminded of his tickling of her on the sofa, with his nasty penis pressing against her shorts, and she realized they weren't there now. As if reading her mind, he reached behind him, and grabbed her shorts, pulling them completely off her legs. "NOOO!!! PLEASE, Uncle Karl! I'm only a little girl! You're my uncle! You can't DO this!!" He ignored her, now taking her tiny hands and pushing them toward the headboard, with its intricate woodwork and little columns and openings giving him plenty of places from which to tie up his charge.

As she saw her hands being pulled toward the pillows, she saw her stuffed animals and she was frightened and confused simultaneously. How did he get my toys? Her thoughts were interrupted when he began to tie her expertly to the headboard, pushing her plushies out of the way. She continued to plead and beg him to stop, but within a very few short minutes her hands were bound at the wrists and tied to the headboard. He remained silent the whole time.

He then lifted off her, and began tying her legs to the posts at the foot of the bed, low down. She still kicked her legs, trying to keep this from happening, and all he did was note in his mind the disobedience, and held her tightly, tying her down with consummate skill.

Finally, she was bound at the ankles and with her hands above her head, naked from the waist down, except for her ankle socks and high-heeled sneakers with the puffballs. He thought she was the cutest thing he'd ever seen, and his loin was enflamed with his lust for her. He longed to take her now, but he wanted this done right. He would have to teach her a lesson.




While she still kept telling him how he couldn't do this, and explaining her youth, and begging him not to, he walked silently back to the corner with the toys, and selected a long, studded, black leather paddle, and he turned back to her, a very serious look on his face, and he patted his hand with the evil-looking tool. Yvonne's face went pale, and her eyes grew. She shook her head, silently as her uncle approached her, and he finally broke his silence of the past few minutes.

"Evey, I love you, princess. And I don't want to hurt you. But you are being very, very disobedient." She tried to say something back to him, and he swatted her ass with the paddle, a quick little stinging blow to get her attention. "Shut up. You have had your chance to talk; now you will listen, or I swear, you won't be able to sit for a month!" and he swatted her again with the last word. She whimpered, but held her tongue.

"I ask very little, Evey. Do as I say, and you will live a very happy life here, free from pain or responsibility. You will be treated well. But when you fight me, or try to escape, or do not do as you are told, I am forced to punish you, to drive in the point that you are here to do as you are told.

"You struck me; you tried to get out the front door; you tried to keep me from bringing you in here; you fought against going into your cage;" She felt a new sense of terror when he referred to it as "her" cage, but he continued, "You resisted your rightful punishment that was just going to be a simple spanking. I even gave you a warning." His voice was growing with menace now. "And again you disobeyed me." Another swat of the paddle. It hurt so much she squealed through her clenched lips. "So now, you have brought this on yourself, Evey. And I warn you; the more you scream, the longer this will go on. If you keep quiet, this will be over before you know it."

He knew she would not be able to keep her screams inside, but that wasn't the point. She would think that it was in her power to bring this to a quicker end, by obeying him. And that was the objective here. SWAT! The studs raised tiny welts across her delicate, pink skin. He held a second, as a sound of a tea kettle boiling escaped from his young niece. Then again, SWAT! Yvonne buried her face in the mattress, in the vain hopes that her cries of pain would be stifled. SWAT! SWAT! Each time, he would adjust the position, so the welts raised from the previous blow would be struck with the new one. And each time, he waited a few seconds to allow the pain to sink in.

He half expected her to break down and start begging him to stop again, but she was doing her level best to obey him now, keeping the noise down, and crying out into the soft mattress beneath her. She was praying that if she did as he said, he wouldn't rape her. All she had to do was hold out until her parents came back, and then he would be in the worst trouble of his life!
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