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 BROTHER'S TEENAGE SEX-SLAVE - Part Two
   "The debility to which Nature condemned women incontestably proves that
her design is for man, who then more than ever enjoys his strength, to
exercise it in all the violent forms that suit him best, by means of
tortures, if he be so inclined, or worse."
   -- Marquis de Sade (1740-1814)
   Molly, the fourteen year-old teen beauty, kneels between her older
brother's legs and stares fearfully as he unzips his fly to free his rigid
penis.
   "Suck it, Sweet Sister," he orders.
   She doesn't move.  She cannot escape because her right hand is cuffed to
his left and he has the key to the manacles.  She continues to look at his
massive cock thrusting out from his blue jeans like an Saturn rocket.  It
is the first erect male organ she has ever seen.  It rises eight inches
from her brother's lap.  It must be at least two inches in diameter at its
base.  The bulbous cock head is the size of a large plum.  A clear drop of
pre-cum glistens at the opening of his piss slit.
   Wayne reaches out and grabs a handful of her golden braids.  He forces
her face toward his dick.  As she is dragged closer she sees that the head
of her brother's penis is coated with a dried white scum.  In addition,
there appears to be a small piece of Kleenex stuck to his prick near its
opening.  When her nose is an inch from the prick a musky, sour smell
assaulted her nostrils.
   He notices her pretty face contorted by a look of revulsion.  "Sorry
Sis, but I haven't been inclined to shower in that past day or so.  You
know, what with mourning for out dear parents and all.  Mind you, grief
didn't prevent me from jerking off a couple of times.  I guess you'll just
have to clean off the dried cum with your tongue."
   Just then the doorbell chimes.
   "Shit!" Wayne curses as stands and tucks himself back into his pants. 
"Who the hell can that be?"
   He reaches into the pocket of his jeans, removes a key and releases the
cuff from his wrist.  He fastens it to a leg of the heavy sofa, trapping
his sister, and leaves the room.
   As soon as he is gone the trapped teen struggles to lift the corner of
the sofa so that she can slip the other end of the handcuff out and run
away.  She tries with all of her might but the heavy piece of furniture
doesn't budge.  Molly's heart sinks when she realizes that the bastard has
superglued the feet of the sofa to the floor.  In a panic she jerks
futilely at the chain, bruising her wrist in the process.
   Her brother returns a few minutes later.  Wayne holds a letter in his
hand that he thrusts in front Molly's face as he sits down.
   "Goddamn it!" he says.  "Listen to this shit."
   Wayne goes on to summarize for his captive younger sister, the contents
of the letter.  It appears that Mr Goldman was a lawyer who dealt only with
their parents' personal affairs.  This letter is from Jonathan Wingate,
senior partner of Wingate, Henderson, Ives and Perkins, the corporate
attorneys for their father's company.  The four members of the company's
Board of Directors have instructed him to inform the Grant children that
they intend to contest the will.  Wingate goes on to state that he is
confident that he can prove that the will is a forgery and that Goldman was
either in on the deception or too old and incompetent to realize what was
going on.  No man in his right man would leave so much money and the
control of his business to an inexperienced eighteen year-old and his
fourteen year-old sister.
   Molly is shocked by the rage that warps her brother's face.
   He flings the letter to the floor, kneels and unlocks the cuff on his
sister's wrist.
   "Where was I before I was interrupted?" he snarls as he sits before his
kneeling sister.  "Oh yes.  You were going to suck my cock.  In fact, now
that there is a possibility that I may not have control of the fortune, I'm
going to have to accelerate my plans to make you my sex-slave." He whips
out his cock.
   Wayne pulls Molly's golden braids until his sister's full lips so close
to large organ that he can feel the caress of her excited breath on his
cock-head.
   "Stick out your tongue and lick the tip," he orders.
   When Molly hesitates Wayne cruelly twists her hair.  She yelps and says,
"Alright, alright."
   With rising revulsion Molly sticks out her pink tongue and licks the
bottom of her brother's cock head.  Wayne gasps with pleasure as his
sister's tongue absorbs the clear drop of cock juice that glisten at the
end of his dick.
   "Now little sister, wash the cap of my cock with your tongue," he
commands..
   Molly reluctantly runs her tongue over the filthy flesh of his cock. 
Her saliva dissolves the dried cum.  The little piece of Kleenex becomes
stuck to her tongue and she swallows it before she has a chance to spit it
out.
   Wayne's cock head now glistens with his fourteen year-old sister's
saliva.
   Once again he viciously twists her hair and orders her to open wide.
   She cries out in pain as he lifts his hips and pulls down on her braids,
driving his cock into her mouth.  She gags as he pushes down on her head.
Molly feels his fleshy tool slide over her tongue until its tip slams into
the back of her throat.  Her mouth is forced open so wide that her jaws
hurt.
   "Close you lips around my cock and begin sucking," orders Wayne.
   She does as he commands, breathing through her nose as her brother
continues to push her head further down his cock shaft.
   "Run your tongue along the bottom of my dick," he says..
   Hoping to end this agony quickly, she does as ordered.  Her tongue rasps
the hot skin of her brother's massive organ.  She feels his pre-cum
dribbling down her throat.  His cock has a sour, salty, musky taste.
   Despite her unenviable position Molly's vagina begins to tingle and she
starts to suck her brother's cock in earnest.  Wayne groans and pulls his
sister's head up until only the head of his cock remains in her mouth,
leaking clear fluid onto her soft tongue.  Despite herself Molly is getting
turned on.  Her cunt lips quiver and begin to moisten.  She swirls her
tongue around the tip of her older brother's purple cock.  She can feel it
vibrating in her mouth.  He moans louder as his fourteen year-old sister
rapidly flicks the point of her tongue directly into his piss hole.
   "I'm going to cum soon," he gasps.  "I want you to swallow all of it."
   Ivy continues to suck Wayne's cock.  Her own cunt pulsates and
girl-juice begins to leak over the pink lips of her labia and soak her
panties.
   A loud grunt from her brother signals the beginning of his own climax.
His large, hot cock throbs in his sister's mouth and suddenly heavy gobs of
creamy sperm coat her tongue.  Molly struggles as her mouth quickly fills
with her brother's hot cock cream.  Her cheeks puff out to contain the vile
tasting slime and she swallows as fast as she can.  Despite her best
efforts she begins to gag on the sperm.  She coughs and blows bubbles of
her older brother's sperm out her nose.  While all this is happening Molly
can feel her own cunt pulsating into an orgasm that she cannot believe is
happening.  Cum leaks out of her mouth and soaks Wayne's cock shaft.  He
pulls her head clear of his still spurting penis.  In a final spasm, his
organ spits a gob of warm yellow-white sperm into her left eye.  She
straightens out to rest on her haunches between her brother's legs.  Two
streams of cum dribble from the corners of her mouth onto her T-shirt. 
Meanwhile the dollop of sperm in her eye slowly slides down her cheek and
drips onto her chest.
   She looks at Wayne's cock.  Covered with her spit mixed with his sperm,
it begins to deflate.
   "Clean my cock," Wayne orders.
   Molly leans forward and slowly licks the cock slime off of her brother's
shrinking cock.  He forces her to take the entire deflated organ in her
mouth and bathe it with her tongue, swallowing the foul liquid.
   "That was just lovely, Molly," her brother smiles as he stand up and
tucks his penis back into his jeans.  "I think I'll have you blow me every
day."
   "You bastard!" Molly shouts.  "You can't get away with this.  I'm going
to tell Mr Wingate what you're doing!"
   Wayne smirks.  "Funny you should mention our esteemed corporate lawyer.
While I was cumming in your mouth I was thinking of inviting him here. 
Perhaps we can work something out.  I expect you to play a key role in our
negotiations.
   "Besides, if you tell anybody I'll make sure that little film we just
saw goes out on the Internet.  I'll also make certain that a copy is sent
to the principal of your school and all you friends' parents.  So shut the
fuck up and come with me."
   He roughly jerks the slender teen to a standing position.  The front of
her yellow T-shirt is soaked with his semen and Molly's budding,
hard-nippled breasts are clearly visible through the transparent material.
Wayne drags her down the stairs to her room.  As he removes the handcuff
from her wrist, Molly observes that her has fixed manacles to the four
corners of her Queen sized bed.
   Wayne orders her to remove her clothes.
   Reluctantly she does as she is told.  She stands naked before her
brother.
   "Now get on the bed and lie down on your back," he orders.
   "Please don't rape me!" she pleads.
   "Don't worry Princess.  I have already raped your luscious mouth.  I
have no intention of fucking your cunt," he smiles.  "Yet."
   As Molly obediently lies on her bed her brother fastens the manacles to
her wrists and ankles.  He slides a pillow under her bum and then adjusts
the chains at the four corners of the bed.  First he shortens the chain
attached to her right wrist.  He then moves around the bed and pulls her
left leg as hard as he can and locks the chain in place.  He does the same
thing to her other arm and leg so that Molly is tightly spread-eagled in
her bed.  She can only move her head.
   When he is finished Wayne sits beside her on the bed.
   "Molly," he says.  "I know it's early but you've had a busy day what
with making peanut butter sandwiches and sucking my cock, and must be tired
so I'm going let you rest.
   Ivy interrupts.  "Wayne!  Stop this now and let me go.  I promise I
won't tell anyone what you did to me."
   "You know Molly, it's very impolite to interrupt someone when he is
talking," says her brother calmly.  "I better make sure that it doesn't
happen again."
   He gets off the bed and picks up the yellow T-shirt that Molly had just
taken off.  Taking a pair of scissors from his sister's desk he quickly
cuts the shirt along its sides and discards the back half of it.  He holds
the front of the shirt in before his sister.  Molly can see that it is
soaked with his sperm.  He quickly balls it up and shoves it into her
mouth. Before she has a chance to spit out the disgusting rag Wayne picks
up her panties and rips then so that they are a single long piece of silk.
He wraps them around his sister's head and ties a knot.  Molly's torn
panties are a gag firmly holding her semen soaked shirt in her mouth.
   Wayne calmly sits down on the bed beside his sister.  "That's better,"
he whispers.
   "Now as I was saying.  Things around here are going to be different.  In
the past year or so I've met a lot of interesting people on the Internet.
You could say we share the same interests.  Now that Mommy and Daddy are
dead, I've got enough money to make sue my fantasies are realized and you,
Molly, will play a large role in making them come true.
   "Now you may be thinking that the letter from Father's corporate lawyers
will disturb my plans.  Well, I don't think so.  In fact as I said before I
'm sure we can come to an arrangement.  I'm going to phone Wingate now and
invite him and his partners over.  I want this settled quickly.  You see,
tomorrow the new staff will be arriving."
   Wayne leaves his sister.  Four a half an hour Molly lays helplessly on
her bed.  That morning she had left her bedroom window open, despite the
fact that there is a small hole in the screen.  Wouldn't you know that two
houseflies soar in.  Molly eyes them as they buzz loudly around the room a
few inches from the ceiling.  Attracted by the scent of her drying cunt
juices, one of then lands on her inner thigh.  She struggles helplessly as
the insect approaches her vagina.  Its feet tickle horribly.  She moans
when the fly crawls onto the left lip of her labia.  Soon the second fly
lands on the teenager's cheek.  It is attracted to the moist sperm on her
chin and lips.  As the first fly walks the length of her cunt lip, the
second one walks along the bottom of her other lip.  Both insects must
sense that Molly is helpless to defend herself.
   After half an hour her brother returns with a glass of water in his
hand. Putting the glass on Molly's night table, he shoos away the flies and
removes Molly's gag.  He pulls the tee shirt from her mouth and pitches it
into the corner of the room.  The flies immediately land on it.
   Wayne tells his sister that the senior partner of law firm of Wingate,
Henderson, Ives and Perkins has agreed to come to the mansion that evening.
   "I told him that I am willing to be flexible and want the question of
the will settled quickly," he says.  "Now Molly, as I said before, I expect
you to participate fully in the negotiations.  In order for you to be able
to perform your duties as a hostess, I want you to take this pill"
   Her brother holds a large red pill between his thumb and forefinger.
   "What is it for?" Molly asks.
   "It's an experimental drug that I got from an Internet acquaintance who
belongs to an organization called the Thanatos Society.  That organization
pays for the productions of specialized pharmaceuticals.  This pill will
make you more amenable to suggestion.  In fact, for about eight hours you
will do anything that you are told to do," he explains.
   "Open wide," he orders.
   Molly clamps her mouth shut.  Her brother simply pinches her nostrils,
cutting off her air.  After a minute of futile struggling the fourteen
year-old opens her mouth and takes a deep breath.  Her brother drops the
pill onto her tongue and pours a glass of water into her mouth.  Molly
gags, coughs and swallows the tablet.
   Wayne leaves.  Molly feels no change.  The pill is not working.  She
thinks that her brother's "Internet acquaintance" must have supplied him
with sugar pills.  As far as Molly can tell, nothing has changed.
   Wayne returns and quickly releases his sister from the manacles that
have held her onto her bed.
   Molly jumps off the bed and runs toward the door.  Now is her chance to
escape!
   "Come back," Wayne orders quietly.
   Molly immediately stops running, turns around and faces her brother. 
She cannot believe what is happening.  Her mind is screaming "run" and her
body is ignoring it.
   "Go into your bathroom and brush your teeth and come back out here.  I
want you to kiss me but I don't want to taste my own cum."
   "Fuck you!" she shouts.  However despite herself she walks into her
bathroom and brushes her teeth.  She comes back into her room and stands
before her brother.
   "Put your arms around me and kiss me," he orders.
   "I'm not going to...." She says even as she steps up to him and wraps
her arms around him.  She tilts her head back and plasters her lips on his.
Her mind cries out in protest even as she insinuates her tongue into
Wayne's mouth.
   Wayne pushes her away.  He removes a typed sheet of paper from his
jeans, unfolds it and gives it to Molly.  He tells her that she is holding
instructions on how to prepare herself for the meeting with the lawyer. 
She is to follow them to the letter.  When she is finished she is to wait
in her room until her calls her.  He then leaves her alone.
   Despite her burning desire to escape Molly is compelled to follow the
instruction her brother has printed on the sheet.
   Her first instruction is to shower and wash her hair.  She is then to
re-braid her hair.  She is not to read the next instruction until has
completed the first.  Molly feels filthy as a result of her brother's
assault and she gratefully follows the first command..
   As she towels herself dry she reads the second order.  She is to go
naked down to her father's workshop and retrieve a roll of duct tape and
bring it to Wayne.  She does as instructed and finds her brother in the
kitchen drinking a cup of coffee.  He looks up at her and smiles.
   "I see that you are nice and clean.  I want you to cut a piece of duct
tape from the role and trim it so that it is a triangle that can fit over
your cunt," he days.
   Molly realizes what he intends and her mind reels.  However, she cannot
disobey her brother's command.  She goes to the drawer where the kitchen
utensils are kept and removes a pair of silver scissors.  While her mind
tells her to plunge the scissors into her brother's heart, her hands work
quickly to cut the sticky tape into a triangle.
   "Now hop up on the counter and spread your legs," orders Wayne with a
smirk.
   Molly does as instructed.  Her tender bum rests on the cold counter top.
   "Spread your legs."
   She obeys, revealing her tender vagina with its translucent fleece of
wispy blond hair.
   "Place the triangle of duct tape firmly on your cunt.  Make sure that
all your pubic hair is covered," Wayne says.
   "You bastard!" Molly cries even as she does as she is told.
   A silvery triangle of tape covers her pubic mound.
   Her brother orders her to slowly pull the tape off.
   Despite herself she begins to pull.  She shrieks with pain as its pulls
out every hair of her cunt by the root.
   Wayne roars with laughter.  "That's better, " her announces.  Your cunt
is a naked as the day you were born.  I think I'll have you do this twice a
week.  Now go upstairs and continue getting ready for tonight."
   Sobbing with pain and embarrassment, the fourteen year-old returns to
her room and reads her next instruction.
   She is to go to her mother's room and put on makeup.  She will find a
photograph taped to her mother's dressing table.  Molly is to make herself
up to resemble the person in the picture.  When she is finished, she is to
turn over the photo and follow the instructions written on the back.
   She goes down the hall and opens the master bedroom.  She can still
smell her mother's perfume and her heart breaks knowing she will never see
her again.  The teen goes to the dressing table in the large bathroom
adjoining the bedroom.  Taped to the mirror is an eight by ten photo of a
young woman.  Molly's heart plummets further.  The woman in the photograph
looks like a whore.  Her face is powder-white with too much pink blusher on
her cheeks.  Her lips are painted bright red and her eyes are highlighted
with blue-green eye shadow.  Her eyelashes are heavy with mascara.
   Molly has just started wearing makeup and learned from her mother that
less is best.  Nonetheless, she spends the next half-hour painting her face
to resemble the whore in the picture.  When she is finished she turns the
picture over and reads the rest of the directions.
   Molly cries as she is compelled beyond her will to take the same
ruby-red lipstick that she used to paint her lips and colors the tips of
her pert breasts.  She looks in the mirror and sees that her nipples and
surrounding aureoles are as red as her lips.  Finally she paints her
fingernails and toenails with the same color of nail polish.
   She stands up and goes in front of her mother's full-length mirror.  Her
perfect youthful body is despoiled by her whorish make-up.  Her bright red
nipples gleam obscenely.
   Molly returns to her room.  Her next order is to dress.  She is to wear
no underwear.  At the back of the bottom drawer of her large dresser is the
school uniform that she wore when she was twelve years old.  She removes
the maroon pleated kilt, steps into it and pulls it up to her waist. 
Molly's growth in the past two years has been mostly vertical.  Her waist
and hips have swollen a little but she can still squeeze into the kilt. 
However, her legs have grown since she last put on the short skirt.  When
she was in seventh grade the hem of the garment brushed the tops of her
knees.  Now it barely covers her ass.  Next, Molly puts on the uniform's
white blouse.  Her brother's instructions stipulate that she is not to
button the shirt but to tie the shirt tails in a knot beneath her breasts.
Finally, Molly completes her outfit by pulling on thin, white knee socks
and black Mary Jane flat shoes.
   She looks at herself in her mirror.  Her tight, pleated kilt hugs her
hips and falls only and inch or two below her naked cunt.  Her tightly tied
white blouse exposes her creamy abdomen and the small valley created by her
developing bosom.  Her painted nipples show clearly through the thin
material.
   As tears roll down her cheeks Molly's brain is screaming at her to take
off that demeaning outfit and put on jeans and a sweatshirt and get the
hell out.  However, the drug her brother gave her prevents her body from
obeying her will.  She trembles with frustration.
   "Molly!" Wayne calls.  "When you've finished dressing I want you to get
your sweet ass down to the kitchen and help me prepare for our meeting with
the lawyer."
   The young girl reluctantly joins her brother in the kitchen where she is
ordered kneel on the kitchen table facing her brother.
   Wayne, seated on a kitchen chair, watches her closely.
   "My God but you are sexy in that little school girl outfit," he remarks.
"Come a little bit closer and spread your legs a little more."
   The teenager obeys and is kneeling about a foot from the edge of the
table where her brother is sitting.  A large plate of cut up vegetables
sits between himself and his sister.
   "You must be hungry so I've prepared a plate of veggies that we can
share," he announces.
   He selects a stick of celery and holds it in front of Molly.
   "Let's eat while I explain what I want from you when we meet with Old
Man Wingate."
   He continues, "I forgot to prepare some dip for the veggies so I want
you to help me out.  Rub your clitty while we talk."
   Molly has no choice but to obey.  She uses her right hand to massage the
sensitive nubbin of flesh.
   "Your kilt is blocking my view," says Wayne.  "Lift the front of it so
that I can see what you're doing."
   Molly uses her left hand to hold up the front of her micro-kilt.
   Wayne smiles and his fourteen year-old sister continues to masturbate in
front of him.
   "I've watched you do this in your bedroom and know how much your cunt
juices up.  In fact, you're a regular little juice pig," he mocks.
   Sure enough, despite her efforts to resist, Molly's body betrays her as
her vagina becomes wet with her girl-nectar.  Soon the lips of her cunt
glisten and a tiny rivulet of warm, clear liquid leaks out of her body and
runs down the inside of her left thigh.
   Her brother runs the celery stick up her leg, coating the green
vegetable with his sister's cunt juice.  He bites the end off the stick.
   "Delicious!" he announces.  "Just keep frigging yourself while I talk
and you listen.
   "Molly," he begins.  "In about an hour the Mr Wingate, who represents
Dad's company's Board of Directors will arrive.  As you know, he objects to
the terms of our parents' wills.  Well, frankly, I don't give a fuck about
the company.  All I want is the money.  I'm prepared to tell him that we
would be happy to turn control of the company to a trustee appointed by the
Board of Directors as long as you and I get a generous allowance - say on
the order of a few million dollars a year.  Of course, now that you are my
slave any money coming to you is mine."
   Molly continues to masturbate helplessly while her brother talks.  Her
clitoris is now engorged with blood.  A warm feeling is beginning to grow
in her lower belly while the nectar produced by her aroused vagina is
trickling down both of her legs.
   As he speaks Wayne occasionally scoops up some of his sister's cunt
juice with a piece of carrot or celery and either pops it into his mouth or
feeds it to Molly.
   "Now," he continues.  "I'm pretty sure that Wingate will advise the
members of the Board of Directors to agree to my proposal in order to avoid
a long, drawn out court battle.  Besides I'm practically giving them the
company.  I have no interest in the business and will be much too busy
training you to be my little fuck-monkey.
   "Just to make sure I get my way, I'm willing to offer him a special
incentive - you!"
   Wayne reaches into his pocket and brings out another red mind control
pill.  Holding it in front of her he explains that after today he will
refrain from using mind control drugs on her.  He prefers to have her fight
him.  Today, however, is different.  He wants Molly to be completely
submissive to the whims of their guests.  He orders her to open wide and
her pops the pill into her mouth.
   Despite being on the verge of an orgasm, the teenaged captive swallows
the pill as ordered.  Her breathing is shallow and the warmth in her groin
is growing and sending out waves of heat through her whole body.
   Suddenly, her brother orders her to stop masturbating.
   "After all," he says.  "We have eaten all the carrots and celery so you
don't have to produce any more of your 'unique' vegetable dip." Wayne
stands and tosses a dishtowel at his sister.
   "Here.  Wipe that cunt slime from your legs before you get your socks
wet."
   Mortified, Molly does as ordered.  She wipes herself and gets off of the
table.  She stands if front of her brother.
   Wayne continues.  "Our guest will be here soon.  I want you to go
upstairs.  You will stand at attention facing the wall in a corner of your
bedroom.  You are not to move until I call you.  Then you will come down
and join us in father's study.  I know that you will be co-operative
because the drug gives you little choice.  But I don't want sullen
obedience.  No, dear sister, I want you to show positive enthusiasm when
you greet our guest and heartfelt joy when you do whatever is asked of you.
Now show me the kind of smile Mr Wingate can expect from you."
   Molly wants to tell her brother to go to hell but she can't.  The second
dose of mind control drug continues to make her his complete slave. 
Despite her inner turmoil Ivy feels her face break out in a huge and happy
smile.  Her eyes appear to crinkle with delight and two pretty dimples
appear on her cheeks.
   "Good girl!" says her brother.  Now scoot while I finish preparing for
our visitor."
   Molly does as ordered.  She stands at attention with her nose in the
corner of her bedroom for about fifteen minutes when she hears the doorbell
ring.  She can hear Wayne answer the door and the voices of greeting as the
lawyer enter the house.  She tries to remember what Mr Wingate look like.
She knows that he attended a barbecue hosted by her parents a few months
ago.  However, there were so many people there she couldn't recall his
face.
   For half an hour Molly can hear the murmur of voices punctuated by the
occasional sound of hearty laughter.
   Her anxiety increases when she hears her brother's footsteps approaching
the bottom of the main staircase.
   "Molly!" he calls.  "Come down and meet our guest."
   The youthful beauty joins her brother at the foot of the stairs.  He
smirks cruelly and tells her to turn on her smile and to go into the study.
He waits outside while she enters the large room
   A gasp of surprise greets her as the old man seated in large armchairs
sees what she is wearing.  Molly is completely humiliated to be displaying
her young body to this stranger but she cannot wipe the smile from her
face.
   Wayne has followed her into the room.
   "Mr Wingate," he says.  "You remember my little sister, don't you?  As
you can see from her delightful smile, she's been looking forward to
meeting you.
   With a genuine looking but totally false smile on her face the young
girl is led to stand before the old lawyer.  He is about seventy years old.
He is very fat.  So fat that Molly can hear his labored breathing.
   His lips turn up in a half smile as his eyes devour her sexy young form.
He does not stand up but holds out his hand.
   "My dear," he rasps hoarsely.  "Your brother tells me that you wish to
show me how grateful you are that we have come to an agreement about the
disposition of your father's business and, more importantly, your future."
   Molly's small hand is lost in the dry, rough paw of the old man.  She
finds his porcine feature repulsive.  He is so fat that his small eyes are
almost lost in the folds of flesh that surround them.  His nose is wide,
small and up-turned and his thick lips part to reveal long, yellow teeth.
   He looks less like a distinguished practitioner of the law and more like
the caricature of a coarse butcher.  Despite the air-conditioned coolness
of the room Wingate's face glistens with sweat.
   He continues to hold Molly's hand in a tight grip.
   "How old are you, my child?" he say.
   "Molly beams at him and says "Fourteen, Sir."
   "Yes, I thought so," he says wetly.  "You see, I have a great-niece
named Mary who is twelve years old.  When she was younger I'd have her sit
on my lap and tell her stories.'
   While he speaks he doesn't make eye contact with Molly.  Instead his
eyes roam freely over her nearly naked body.  Returning again and again to
her ruby-tipped breasts so clearly displayed under the thin cloth of her
shirt.
   "Why don't you sit on my knee, my dear," he continues as he taps his
left leg.  "And we'll have a nice little talk."
   Despite her revulsion, Molly comes clo
  
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