Melody Morgan lay spread-eagled on the unfamiliar bed, hoping her captor would soon return and let her go. The last thing she remembered was sipping the coffee her Uncle Jerry had prepared for her and, after that, everything had gone blank. When she came to again, there were pillows under her head and hips and she was manacled, completely naked, to the four posts of a bed that was covered by nothing but a fitted sheet. Obviously, the coffee had been drugged, and her uncle had made her a prisoner, most likely in the basement, because that was the only part of the house she hadn't seen until then.
Once again, Melody looked around at her surroundings. She was in a small room, no more than ten feet square, with no visible doors or windows, although it was well lighted by a fluorescent fixture directly above her. The walls were painted white and looked like they were made of cement blocks. Besides the bed, which she had never seen before, there was a small chest of drawers against one wall. Apparently, there was a small table or stand next to the foot of the bed, and on top of it sat a boxy object that was covered by some kind of sheet or tarpaulin.
She had no idea what the object was, but it made her nervous. It was centered at the foot of the bed, squarely between her legs, and there seemed to be some kind of an arm or handle pointing in her direction, as if aiming at her naked, vulnerable pussy. The pillow that was under her hips and elevating them made it seem even more as if that part of her body was being targeted by the unknown object.
She was not completely surprised that her uncle would do such a thing. All of his relatives gossiped about him and expressed disdain for him, especially her mother and her mother's sisters and in-laws. Uncle Jerry had an unsavory reputation as a rouΓ© and a womanizer but, at least, all the women she had heard about in his sex life had been willing partners. There had never been any kind of hint that any of them had been coerced or forced or made to do anything against their wills. At least not until now, because she greatly feared he had some kind of carnal designs on her helpless nude body.
Melody hadn't actually wanted to stay with her creepy uncle while attending classes at the university, but her parents had insisted. "Don't be silly," they had told her. "He may be no good, but he's family, after all, and it's much too far to live at home and drive there every day, and we can't afford to pay for a dorm room."
She had agreed, although reluctantly, and had gotten on well enough with him, at least until that morning, and, especially, with his two daughters, Joan and Annette. The former was 18 years old, the same age as Melody, and Annette was one year older. She had become quite fond of them, especially the younger of the two sisters.
Wanting so badly to attend the university, earn her degree and go on to bigger and better things, she had let them talk her into it, and fervently wished now that she hadn't. Melody also wondered if Joan and Annette had ever been put through the kind of ordeal that was happening to her. She thought it probable, because of the way they seemed to fear the man so much, but she was more concerned with what was going to happen to her, and she feared it would be much worse than what had already occurred that morning.
"Are you awake yet?" asked the voice of her Uncle Jerry. The question was followed by the heavy "thud" of a door closing and the solid "click" of a bolt being thrown.
"Uncle Jerry, what's the big idea?"
Melody tried to keep anger from her voice, but it was a losing effort. The idea of the man drugging her and stripping her naked and chaining her to the bed suddenly aroused her ire as much as it had been causing her fear. She also tried to cover her naked sex organs with other parts of her body, but that was equally futile.
"You know, I'm not really your uncle."
That was true. Gerald Sorenson had been married to Melody's mother's sister-in-law, and was not actually even related. Even so, she had always called him by that title. "What should I call you then?"
"You call me 'Master' if you know what's good for you. Because, as of today, I am your lord and master."
"I'll never do that." Melody was trying to look back and see the man she was addressing, but he was standing behind the headboard, and she was unable to turn her head or swivel her eyes far enough to see him.
"Oh, yes you will."
Her uncle, as Melody still thought of her captor, stepped into her field of vision, and the level of her shock and fear multiplied. He was tall and a few years younger than her father, with his head shaven and a bristly black mustache. What made his appearance truly frightening to her were the facts that he was as naked as she, and a huge erection was protruding from his crotch. Any small hope she may have had of not being raped on the bed in the basement was dashed by the sight of his arousal.
Slung over his shoulder was the leather case that Melody knew was where he kept his expensive video camera. Although despised by many of his relatives, the man was welcome at weddings and other family gatherings because he always used that camera to videotape such events. Jerry stopped and set the case on the chest of drawers and stepped over to the mysterious object at the foot of the bed.
"I've got something really nice for you, Sweetie," he said, grinning evilly.
Melody made no response. Her captor removed the cloth covering the device, and she gaped in consternation. She had never seen anything like it, although parts of it looked familiar. The part of the device aiming at her crotch ended in a huge white penis that looked like it might have been a replica of the real organ that Jerry Sorenson was then pointing in her direction. The arm was attached to a machine of some sort and, when the man beside it turned the device on, its obscene ending began moving back and forth, slowly thrusting the penis in her direction.
Melody's horror increased. She had almost reconciled herself to having her body violated, but then she realized she was about to be raped by a piece of machinery. Her tormentor grinned at the fear that flickered across her face and turned off the ugly, frightening device.