"Come on, come over here and take my cock in your mouth!" Vernon unbuttoned his zipper and let out his thick, erect cock. "Uncle, please no." Erica trembled, the man's gaze was mischievous, unrecognizable. "Suck it, I want to get into your pussy!" Vernon grabbed her hair and abruptly made her bend downwards: her lips now brushed his wet glans. "No, no! Leave me, I don't want to! Uncle, don't make me! " she shouted. "Open your mouth and shut up, you're a whore like your mother! Suck, otherwise I'll make you gag on it ! " Vernon ignored the tears that bathed the girl's face and, comfortably, leaned back in his chair, spreading his legs better and lowering his trousers. "No, no uncle ..." Erica pleaded, but it was already too late. "Mmmh ... come on, take it in your mouth ..." the man said in a hoarse voice. Erica's heart drummed in her chest, Vernon's hand tightened and pushed her head ever lower, toward the erect cock. "Come on, don't be fussy. Suck it properly. " Vulgarly Vernon lifted his pelvis and squeezed the raven hair even tighter, giving her a pang of pain. "No, take your hands off me! You are hurting me. " The young woman complained aloud, trying to move away, but in vain: her uncle was strong, much stronger than her, and extremely excited. Vernon emitted a hoarse grumble and, without much foresight, forced her to keep quiet. Now Erica's lips brushed his glans along the pink, sensitive skin; he uttered a groan. "Open your mouth, damn it! Don't tell me you're not capable !? Don't be the little saint, who knows how many cocks you took in that freak's school of yours ! " Vernon slid his free hand lower, under her skirt and touched her between her legs; he made room for himself and pushed back the veil of her panties to feel the curly hair of her groin, then slipped two fingers into the slightly moist slit."No, you are hurting me!" At those words of despair he looked at her with a strange light in his eyes and sketched an amused sneer. Vernon penetrated with his fingers into the vaginal cavity of his niece, but not so thoroughly as to deflower her. Erica tried to squirm, but it was useless to try: she held her still, pressed against her member; he outraged her without any respect, causing her unbearable suffering. "I'm getting angry! Lick it, come on ... " The witch felt her strength fail, her eyes closed overflowing with tears. "Please stop it. I don't want to! " That weak protest only amused him and Erica parted her lips with resignation: perhaps he would have been content to be pleasured that way, without violating her further. His penis entered her mouth, imbuing her with his taste, preventing her from screaming as she would have liked. "Mmmh ... see that you're good? Move your tongue, over the glans. " With his other hand, Vernon squeezed her pussy tightly and touched her clit making her stiffen. Erica felt a flutter in her stomach, it seemed to her that she had fallen into a nightmare and could not find a way to wake up. "Why is this happening? Leave me alone, you bastard " thought bitterly, but also angrily the young witch. She had recently returned home after the defeat of Voldemort, and the end of the war, thinking she could finally live in peace, and then Vernon had entered her house and assaulted her. Erica felt his hand everywhere, big and hot, exploring her everywhere, while she was forced to move up and down the full length of his cock, almost without breathing. "What a slut you are. Come on, go on; I wasn't wrong, the best part is yet to come. " Erica cried, she kept crying, she was terrified that Vernon wanted more: it would have been terrible. Vernon blushed with great pleasure, the warmth of his niece's mouth made him feel sublime sensations, her tongue was moving right over the tip of the rod and he had little to reach orgasm. Erica felt shame, sadness, despair, which alternated with flashbacks of serene life: excerpts of everyday life, friends, schoolmates, but those were just confused images; none of them could imagine what was happening to the girl-who-lived at that very moment. That cock filled her mouth and she could no longer resist. "I'm about to come ... mmmh ..." Vernon groaned and the young woman kept moving, subdued by that lust, with no chance of rebelling. Erica felt him pulse, close to orgasm; the sperm suddenly flooded in her mouth and she was seized with a sense of vomit, she couldn't resist and slipped away to bend her head to the side. "Who told you to pull away, eh?" Vernon took her wrists angrily: he wasn't really satisfied, not yet. He saw the terror in those big green eyes, but he felt no remorse: he drew her to him and entered her mouth with his tongue, ignoring the harrowing lament. He longed to realize a fantasy that he could no longer ignore: he wanted to fuck her. With a single gesture he tore her blouse to shreds, snatching a scream from her. "Shut up, you slut! Don't you want it too? I'm sure you will beg me to continue. "Erica tried to hit him: she needed to hurt him, to scream in his face all the disgust she felt. "If you do that, it's more fun: you excite me even more, you know?" "You' re disgusting: you don't know what you're doing. You will regret it forever ", " Stop playing, bitch, and start to get serious: take off your skirt! "Erica knew what was waiting for her; and, without even knowing how, she found herself under that sweaty body, then felt Vernon's lips on hers. "Hmmm ... now we'll have fun, you'll see how I'll fuck you." No compassion, no repentance in his cold voice. It was frightening, to feel oppressed by a suffocating weight and, when the pressure began to increase, Erica felt weak, letting out a weak moan, conscious of being just a tool of pleasure. Her soul was suffering far more than her flesh; she wanted to get away from that beast, escape those vulgar touches to those mechanical caresses, without a shred of love. "Please ... no." She could only cry, while Vernon held her legs apart and settled in the middle. In an instant he tore off her panties, ready to fulfill the animalistic man's greedy mouth passed over the damp skin of Erica's cheeks and then down to the neck, which he savored with his tongue, ignoring another bitter sob. "You taste good! My cock is already hard! " He exclaimed, extolling his virility, then, drawing a mischievous smile, he placed the tip of his turgid cock on her wet slit. Erica stood still and, holding her breath, prayed that he would stop. "Leave me, damn it! My friends will kill you without mercy. " Erica could not turn her head to the side, it was like being in hell: the violence with which he treated her froze her blood. He screamed, trying in vain to squirm, the anger she felt was something new, devastating and uncontrollable; she tried to hit Vernon, spat in his face and, after a considerable effort, she managed to lift an arm and stick her fingernails into his back. "Ah! You slut! Now you made me angry!" Vernon touched her breast and with the tips of his fingers traced the contours of the nipple, it was unbearable. Desperate, Erica appealed to all her courage, but Vernon was tired of playing: he was trembling with the desire to make her his own, to satisfy that lustful dream, he wanted to cum between her thighs. Vernon took Erica by the hips and felt her tremble, so small and fragile; he spread her pussy with his glans and pushed: in a moment he entered her making her scream with pain. "shut up, bitch." He began to move back and forth, feeling her flesh open, wet with virginal blood. "No, it hurts too much!" The girl's eyes were wide. Vernon did not hold back, panting and thrusting hard against her thighs, increasing his labored movement as he held her in his arms. The young witch was losing touch with reality: she was wrapped in a thick blanket of ice, like a mountain flower during a long winter, but spring would not come for her. She was scolding herself, her naivety: she didn't want to wake up to face reality, she was too afraid. Vernon continued without stopping, again and again. He enjoyed too much and gritted his teeth releasing hoarse moans, drenched in sweat, pushing deeper and deeper; then stopped to delay orgasm, bending his head slightly backwards, and inhaled the smell of sex. Erica begged him to stop: she was sick, she felt she was dying, but her voice came like an echo lost in oblivion; all the memories were fading in her mind, because the bitterness was feeding on every joy passed, to nest in every part of her person. Vernon could not control himself, his will was canceled. He grabbed her buttocks and, as the breath grew heavier, he began again, without the slightest attention, that movement which was getting faster and faster. "Come on bitch, I know you like it. "A scorching wave of pleasure was about to overwhelm him, Vernon slid up and down her cunt licking the hollow of her breasts, without even noticing that Erica was unconscious. Having reached the maximum pleasure, he emptied his semen inside her, releasing a strangled moan, invaded by total ecstasy. He stayed for a few minutes above her, then stood back and after putting on his pants Vernon left the house with a satisfied grin, not noticing a pair of black eyes following him.