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Summary: This story is set at the Crystal Ball where Bianca was supposed to 'come out' to the world. After Dixie tells David she loves him but they can't be together, David pulls out a new and improved version of Libidozone; one that is stronger and won't wear off! But David accidentally spills it, again!

Pairing:
Bianca Montgomery + Greenlee Smythe
Bianca Montgomery + Jackson Montgomery
Bianca Montgomery + Derek Frye



All My Children: That Lovin' Feeling Part 1 - Cry Uncle!!!
by Kimmbee4004

Chapter 1 - Oops I Dropped It Again

'I know that you love me Dixie,' David thinks as he pours two drops of clear liquid into a glass of punch from a beaker. 'and this will make you admit it.'

"David, darling." Vanessa drawls out dramatically causing David to spill the contents of the beaker into the punch. "Whatever are you doing here?"

"Mother." David grits out as he slides the beaker into his pocket, believing that his body hid his actions from his nosy mother. "What do you want now?" David finishes with an annoyed sigh, when he turns to regard his mother who shows no sign that she saw what he has done.

"Is it such a crime to want to say hello to one's own son?" Vanessa returns with a look of aggrieved innocence.

"Only when the mother is you!" David sneers and with a last look of disgust he walks away in search of his intended, passing a resigned Bianca and a frayed Erica on his way out.

The moment David is out of sight, Vanessa's eyes lose their glassy look and snap to the punch bowl. "David. David. David." Vanessa tsks, "You always were sloppy."

"Vanessa." a slightly raspy voice calls out from the entrance.

Smirking, Vanessa pours some of the tainted punch into a glass. "Coming Palmer."

* * *

One Hour Later...

"My head." Bianca groans, her head resting on top her arms in an attempt to stop the world from tilting back and forth. Her moment of commiseration is about to be broken as a couple bump into her table causing her to sob in pain as she lifts her head to get a look at her tormentor. "Leo."

"Hey, Binks!" Leo answers breathlessly, as Laura oblivious to her friend's presence moves her hands under Leo's shirt kissing the side of Leo's mouth while he talks. "Why are you sitting there!? You only have five minutes until midnight!"

Her brain desperately trying to process this information Bianca looks around at the out of control party around her, confusion splayed on her features. "Oh My God!" Bianca whispers as she sees the partygoers in very close proximity to each other; be it on the dance floor, by the tables, or in the case of a few very rowdy couples: on the tables.

"How could this have happened? When... I just laid my head down. What..." Bianca begins to ask but stops when she sees her friends are once again lost in the crowd.

"Jack! Jack!" a voice calls out loudly at the far end of the room, gaining Bianca's attention.

'That was mom.' Bianca thinks to herself, knowing that for mom to call for help from her uncle that something must be terribly wrong after their recent fights. So reaching deep down, Bianca gathers her strength to stand while her vision darkens with the effort.

"I have to get to her" Bianca tells herself as she fights against the vertigo playing in her head as she forces one foot in front of the other.

"Oh God! Jack" Bianca hears her mother scream, as she approaches a group of people gathered around a table.

Bianca's forward momentum is halted when she runs into someone, nearly knocking herself and the unfortunate individual down. "I'm sorry." Bianca mumbles.

"You sure are." a voice she knows well retorts snottily.

"Greenlee." Bianca groans as her vision doubles and her body feels like it's on burning up on the inside.

"That's right LesBianca." Greenlee replies arrogantly, grabbing her arm. "Where do you think your going?"

"I need to help my mom." Bianca answers honestly, hoping the other woman will take the hint and get out of the way.

Few things have ever rendered Greenlee Smythe speechless, not since she walked in on her parents arguing about who was going to be stuck with her on Christmas when she was eight. Staring at the clearly inebriated young woman, Greenlee chuckles and loops her arm though Bianca's and allows her to lean on her for support. "This way."

Head pounding worse than anything she has ever experienced, Bianca does not stop to question the unexpected aid in her haste to get to her mother. "Thank you." Bianca murmurs softly.

"Don't worry about it." Greenlee clucks in her throat, leading her around the group of people to stand on the bottom four stairs so they can see her mother clearly. "They're right over there."

Eyes wide, Bianca gasps soundlessly at the sight.

Surrounded by a crowd of her friends, Erica Kane is bent over a table, her dress thrown over her back moaning and sighing as Jackson Montgomery enters her from behind again and again.

Shaking her head in denial, Bianca clutches Greenlee's arm tighter and unintentionally drawing the older woman closer to her

Feeling Bianca's body heat gives Greenlee ideas and as Jack speeds up his thrusts into Bianca's mother she whispers into the young woman's ear. "Want a closer look?"

"NO!" Bianca replies sharply and regrets it when the vertigo hits her full force causing her to lean heavily on Greenlee for support, which pleases the other girl.

Enjoying the feeling of Bianca draped on her, Greenlee leads her up the stairs as the crowd begins chanting. "Ten, Nine, Eight..."

"Just a little ways more." Greenlee coaxes the other girl into the turret filled with hay.

The crowed chanting, "Five, Four,"

Throwing an old fashion lock bar across the door she turns toward a bewildered, disoriented Bianca and grabs her by the upper arms, pulling her towards her.

The crowd chanting. "Two, One! HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!"

Grabbing the front of Bianca's dress, Greenlee kisses Bianca hard on the mouth, her tongue gaining easy entry to the shocked woman. Breaking the kiss, Greenlee locks eyes with a shocked Bianca "Happy New Year LesBianca." she whispers then pushes Bianca down onto the hay and descends on the brunette.

* * *

Erica Kane's Residence

"Ow." a groan can be heard from beneath a pile of covers. "What hit me?"

In answer to the question the pile of covers shifts and falls off the occupant as she sits forward.

"What a nightmare." Bianca groans, her head ringing. Looking around she sees she is at her mother's house on one of the couches.

Swinging her legs off the couch Bianca freezes when she gets a good look at herself. "Oh God." dressed in only her slip and a green thong that most definitely does NOT belong to her, Bianca trembles as she remembers where she saw the thong...

-"That's a girl, LesBianca." Greenlee taunts, jutting her hips in Bianca's face. "Take it off with your teeth."-

"Oh God." Bianca repeats, her body heating up rapidly as she makes her way toward the kitchen, the thong biting uncomfortably into her vulva.

Half walking, half-stumbling into the kitchen; Bianca reaches the medicine cabinet. Taking two aspirin from the bottle she dry swallows them both and leans forward on the counter, her elbows resting on the counter with her head in her hands she waits for the pounding to subside while she tries not to think about the night before.

While upstairs Jackson Montgomery steps out of the shower and wraps a towel around his waist as he walks downstairs.

"Hmm, she must have left too." Jack says to himself when he sees the cover strewn couch, before walking to the kitchen.

"Or maybe not." Jack states outloud as he sees his niece half bent over the counter. "Good morning sweetie."

"Good morning Uncle Jack." Bianca replies wincing as her head rings with the sound of her own voice.

"You got home rather late didn't you kiddo?" Jack questions calmly as he grabs a box of cereal from a pantry and sets it on the kitchen table.

"Yeah, someone dropped me off." Bianca replies automatically, her head still spinning even though the pain has lessened and still too off kilter to risk turning around and possibly restart the throbbing in her head.

"Uh huh." Jack says noncommittally as he walks over to Bianca and reaching over her, grabs a bowl from the cupboard above her.

Leaning forward slightly so his body is flush with hers, Jack continues archly, "And you think it's okay for you to break curfew?"

Feeling the coarseness of the towel on her buttocks causes Bianca to blink in confusion. "No, of course not Uncle Jack I-"

"And in the company of one Greenlee Smythe." Jack cuts her off firmly, putting a hand on her shoulder to keep her in place. "A woman who you know your mother cannot stand."

Her uncle's hand feels as if it's burning right through her as it rests on her shoulder and she squirms slightly at his words. More than a little horrified at what he or someone else might have seen. "I didn't really-" Bianca attempts to defend herself, but Jack is on his soapbox now and will have his say.

"You don't really." Jack cuts her off harshly, his cock twitching as Bianca squirms back and forth, teasing it unknowingly. "You didn't know she was all over you. Or you didn't know she took you home."

"I-" Bianca is about to interject when she feels something hard pressing in between her ass cheeks through the towel and realizes it's her uncle's cock! 'Oh God! I have to move away from it!' she thinks frantically, pressing back harder to try to get him to move.

Feeling her push her ass onto his dick, Jack forces down a groan and turns the girl to face him so he can look her in the eye. "Did you drink so much last night that you can't even remember which it is!"

"I don't-" Bianca begins to say but loses all sense of balance and stumbles forward into Jack.

"I gotcha." Jack tells her as he quickly reaches out and wraps his arms under her shoulders and pulls her to him. "Hold on."

Having her Uncle Jack's arms around her almost makes her feel safe. Until, that is she feels something wrong down below. Shifting slightly, she feels it, his cock pressed against her stomach, the towel laying on the floor where it dropped when he caught her. A sick feeling in her stomach to match the one in her head makes her speak up. "I need to sit." she says quietly, hoping to get out of this position without incident.

"Okay sweetie." Jack replies kindly, lifting her up under her shoulders to sit her on the kitchen table. "Better?"

Bianca nods white faced, not trusting herself to speak because better is not the word for it. Now instead of resting on her stomach, his cock is resting right on her crotch, with him right in between her spread legs.

"I'll pour you some coffee, that should help some. All right?" Jack asks earnestly, pressing forward to kiss her cheek he pokes her again with his cock, causing ripples of disgust to flow through her.

"Okay." Bianca answers quickly, the pain in her head gone but the vertigo is still very strong and the feverishness hasn't left.

Nodding his understanding, Jackson turns to pour her a cup of coffee and as he is doing so she scoots back as fast as she can and gets hit with another dizzy spell, making her fall backward, her head hanging off the end.

"Hey there Bianca!" Jack calls out calmly, rushing over to her and leaving the coffee behind. "Are you okay."

Bianca tries to nod a little but it just causes spots to invade her vision.

"This is important sweetie," Jack continues still using a calm almost reasonable tone. "are you sure you didn't hurt your neck?"

Even though it nearly causes her to pass out, Bianca shakes her head no slightly, still unable to see.

"Good, Bianca, that's good." Jack states happily as he has Bianca lean her head against the folded down end of the table so her head is upside down.

As all the blood rushes to her head, Bianca closes her eyes tight as all sense of up or down is stripped from her. Taking a deep breath Bianca opens her mouth to protest, only to have her words cut off as something fills her mouth and forces her tongue down.

Panicking, Bianca flails around with her hands, desperate to find out what has happened and encounters only warm skin but calms slightly when she feels it, the thing in her mouth, withdrawal.

"Don't worry Bianca, this is for the best." Bianca hears her uncle say just as the thing pushes back into her mouth, deeper this time to bump against the back of her throat.

"HHHMMMmm" Bianca tries to call out but all that can be heard is a muffled groan. Blinking her eyes quickly, Bianca starts to regain her vision as the intruder backs out again. Only to resume her flailing in earnest when she sees her Uncle Jack's nuts swinging back and forth as he pulls his cock out to the tip.

As Bianca's mouth opens wide to scream, Jack thrusts forward hard and is rewarded when his cock sinks all the way down her throat, his nuts smacking her in the eyes.

'This isn't happening!' Bianca thinks horrified as her 'beloved' uncle Jack begins to move in and out of her mouth faster.

"Trust me Bianca," Jack grunts as he flicks his hips back and forth faster, enjoying how Bianca's tongue vibrates on the top of his cock as she tries to speak. "Once your mother finds out about you and Greenlee, she'll be glad I was here to show you what's right."

Her head trapped by the folded down side of the table and Jack's thrusting hips, Bianca does her best to hit at him the best she can blindly. Blind because each time he pumps into her throat his nuts smack into her face forcing her to keep her eyes closed.

"Your even better at sucking cock than your mother." Jack grunts loudly, his hands jerking Bianca's shift up over her chest and exposing her breasts to his hungry gaze.

"And you're definitely better here too." Jack licks his lips as he grabs Bianca's large full breasts in his hands and squeezes and presses them in his hands; mauling them at will.

Tears form in the young brunette's eyes as she feels this new violation of her body commence.

Her breasts seem to swell in his hands, almost greedily as he squeezes them together. At this new horror, Bianca starts screaming with everything she has.

"That's a girl! That's a GIRL!" Jack moans loudly. Unbeknownst to Bianca the vibrations that her screaming causes around his cock triggers his orgasm. Jamming his cock deep into her throat, Jack grinds his pelvis into her trying to get even deeper as he cums.

Her screams are cut off when she feels the first jet of cum splat into her throat as his dick spasms and shoots wad after sticky wad of cum deep into her throat

After what seems to be an eternity to the poor girl, he finally pulls out of her mouth and walks over to the sink.

The moment she is free from his grasp Bianca slides off the table and watches him warily as he runs a rag under the water and proceeds to wash his cock.

Feeling the need to scream again as she watches him clean up as if he just spilled a glass of milk, Bianca opens her mouth to do that and shuts her mouth when a phone rings.

Turning toward Bianca with a raised eyebrow and seeing only confusion Jack looks around and sees his cellphone on the counter.

With a sigh he looks at the call registry and sees it's a client calling for help. "I have to go." Shaking his head he walks over to a now cringing Bianca, and kisses her on the forehead. "I love you sweetie" he says kindly, before he walks out to get dressed.

When he leaves the room, Bianca runs to the sink and promptly throws up, dry heaving over and over as she recalls what just transpired minutes before. After her stomach has somewhat settled she goes to the fridge and opens a container of lemonade then swirls it in her mouth in an attempt to get the taste completely out of her mouth.

Three minutes later she hears Jack leave the house and runs to her room and slips a yellow sundress over her body and runs down to the garage.

One minute later she is in her car driving like a maniac to reach the police station.



Chapter 2 - The Straight And Narrow

Taking a moment to steady her nerves, Bianca slowly walks into Detective Derek Frye's office.

"Hello Bianca." Derek greets his unexpected guest warmly, sitting back in his chair. "What can I do for you?"

"Well I-" Bianca starts to say, her well rehearsed complaint cut off when Derek yells at his computer as an E-Mail turns up.

"Damn bitch." Derek slams his fist hard onto the keyboard.

"Is something wrong?" Bianca asks timidly, shocked by the display of violence by the normally unflappable detective.

"My cunt ex-wife Mimi, won't let my daughter Danielle come here for the summer." Derek snarls as he cranks his head toward her and glare like some deranged mastiff.

"Well, New York is beautiful in the summer. My dad-" Bianca tries to calm him down, knowing that he must be under terrible strain to react this way.

"What!? and it isn't beautiful here?" Derek shouts back at her angrily, causing her to step back in the face of his anger and making her head spin in the process.

A knocking at the door interrupts his tirade and the door opens admitting one of the desk clerks. "Sir, that report you wanted is here." the small blonde states nervously, eyes moving to the brunette then back.

"Good Sheryl, good." Derek says beaming at the blonde as he takes the folder from her hands.

"Will there be anything else sir?" Sheryl asks with a pointed look at the brunette.

"Not just yet." Derek states firmly as he sees Bianca rest her hand on a chair to keep her balance. "Though I want you to keep interrogation room four open for me. I think I'm going to need it."

"Yes detective Frye." the blonde responds respectfully and knowing a dismissal when she hears one backs out of the room.

"You've been drinking haven't you? Derek asks angrily when the door closes, his eyes going to the swaying girl.

"No. No! I haven't, I-" Bianca tries to defend herself wide eyed as the detective seems to go from mood to mood at the drop of a hat.

"Then it's drugs isn't it!" Derek cuts in rising from his chair, his nostrils flaring like a bull as he walks over to the now frightened girl. "I hate drugs!"

"I don't do drugs!" Bianca blurts out as Derek stops in front of here, invading her personal space.

"Really?" the detective snarls, his eyes alight with disgust as he looks the girl up and down. "Then you won't mind coming with me to one of the interrogation rooms for a breath test."

"Okay" Bianca agrees, relieved to finally have a way to vindicate herself.

"Then let's go." Derek grins nastily as he opens the door for her.

* * *

Interrogation Room 4

"Have a seat." Derek grunts, half-guiding, half shoving the girl into a seat.

"I want to tell you-" Bianca starts to say but is cut off by the detective.

"You'll tell me what I ask you." Derek barks at her as he walks around the table to sit across from her. "Is that CLEAR!?"

Mouth opening and closing for a moment Bianca replies sullenly, "Yes Derek."

Pencil snapping in his hand as he pulls it out of the case, he asks slowly, his entire frame shaking with anger. "What. Did. You. Call. Me?"

"Yes Detective Frye. I understand." Bianca quickly answers, now very frightened of the clearly out of control police officer.

"Good, Good." Derek states with a bare rictus of a smile. "Now. How long have you been in this state?"

"All day sir." Bianca replies calmly, wanting nothing more than to get away from the unstable cop.

"And how did you get here?" Derek asks in a calm, almost mechanical tone as he reaches for a pen and starts to write down her statement.

"I drove myself." Bianca answers.

"Let me see if I understand this correctly." Derek asks after a lengthy pause, "You can't seem to stand up by yourself and yet you got in your car and drove yourself here. Endangering not only your own life but God only knows how many other people."

"I had to! You have no idea what happened to me!" Bianca protests loudly, unable to keep quiet any longer what had been done to her.

"And what would that be?" Derek asks humoring the girl.

"My uncle... My uncle raped me." Bianca says brokenly, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Okay." Derek says slowly, turning a page on his report and giving the girl his undivided attention. "What happened?"

"After the Crystal Ball I woke up on the couch at my mother's home and went into the kitchen." Bianca sobs, as she relates her story. "My head felt like it was splitting open so I went to the kitchen for some aspirin and rested my head on the counter when he walked in."

"What were you wearing at the time.?" Derek asks professionally.

"I was wearing the slip for my dress and a pair- a pair of panties." Bianca explains with a hitch in her voice.

"What kind of panties?" Derek asks in the same tone.

"A- a thong that I got that night." Bianca tells him quietly, not willing to tell him that she got the pair from another girl or how she got them from her.

"Uh huh, and what did he do next?" Derek asks skeptically.

"He, he went to the pantry and got some cereal and asked me if I got home late." Bianca squeezes her eyes shut, not wanting to talk about this.

"And did you?" Derek asks.

"Yes. I told him someone dropped me off." Bianca continues in a whisper. "He walked up behind me then and grabbed a bowl from one of the cupboards and pressed himself against me and asked me if I thought it was okay to break curfew. I could feel." Bianca sobs then continues, "I could feel the towel against me."

"The towel?" Derek questions with raised eyebrows.

"He must have just gotten out of the shower." Bianca explains her bottom lip trembling. "He put his hand on my shoulder and asked me what I thought I was doing being in the company of Greenlee Smythe."

"And what were you doing with her?" Derek all but accuses her. Greenlee Smythe had falsely accused Bianca of pushing Laura English off a yacht a month ago.

"I needed a ride home." Bianca defends harshly then continues more somberly. "When I moved, I could- I could feel HIM through the towel."

"What do you mean you could feel him when you moved?" Derek asks slowly,

"I was dizzy! I couldn't hold still and he was pressed up against me-" Bianca starts to explain.

"So... you teased him?" Derek asks exasperated.

"NO!" Bianca protests, horrified at the accusation. "I tried to get away from- from it so I pushed back to get him to let go."

"You pushed back?" Derek snorts derisively, "And where was his penis pressed against you?"

"My ass." Bianca replies tearfully.

"Lets see," Derek checks his notes, "After rubbing your ass back and forth over his cock you then, in an attempt to get away, pushed yourself knowingly against his then erect penis. Is that correct?"

"I- Yes, I-" Bianca sputters

"What happened then?" Derek asks calmly, the very definition of professional. "Did he pull your panties down and...?"

"No- no he was still wearing the towel, he let me go and turned me around and kept asking me about Greenlee and how I could do something like that." Bianca clarifies, the lie about Greenlee easily coming to her lips.

Checking off Bianca's comment about Greenlee as suspect he motions for her to continue.

"I tripped and fell into him then." Bianca recalls with a shudder. "He caught me and pressed me into him again and told me to hold on."

"And did you try to push away?" Derek questions, detached. "What were you doing?"

"No, I had my arms around his neck." Bianca whispers, "I told him I had to sit. Because I could feel his, his cock pressed on my stomach."

"Did he let you sit?" Derek asks.

"Yes." Bianca replies tersely, "He lifted me up and set me on the table and set me on the top of it. He said he would pour me some coffee and I fell back on the table when I tried to move backwards away from the edge and-"

"Why? Derek interrupts, patiently. "Why did you feel the need to move backward?"

"Because..." Bianca stammers, "Because when he lifted me up on the table, he was- he was in between my legs and was; his cock was pressed against my crotch."

"Why did you spread your legs?" Derek asks calmly.

"I was so dizzy, I couldn't think!" Bianca states vehemently, not liking where his questioning was leading.

"Describe what happened next, Ms. Montgomery." Derek sighs.

"The kitchen table has ends that fold down to allow for more space when it isn't needed." Bianca explains, the part she has been dreading coming. "When I fell backward, my head went over the side and was stopped by the folded down portion."

"Did you sustain injury?" Derek asks with concern in his voice, "If you have."

"No. No, I was fine." Bianca rushes to reassure the detective. "I was just stunned."

"And what did Jack do?" Derek asks, sensing they are getting somewhere.

"He came to check on me and asked if I was all right." Bianca says with tears starting to fall from her eyes. "He said it was important. He wanted to know if I hurt my neck and I told him no." Running a hand through her hair with a shaking hand, Bianca continues, "He laid the back of my head against the folded down end of the table so that my head was upside down."

"When all the blood rushed to my head everything went black. I tried to tell him to help me up when-" Bianca sobs, "when he pushed his cock into my mouth."

"How did you respond to that?" Derek asks urbanely, staring at Bianca's mouth and picturing the event.

"I didn't know what it was!" Bianca tries to explain her state of mind. "The idea that he would do something, something like that never crossed my mind."

"You must have done something." Derek reiterates, still staring at Bianca's mouth.

"I starting feeling around with my hands and all I could feel was him in front of me." Bianca says woodenly, eyes wide. "He pulled back out and I heard him say not to worry that it was for the best before he pushed his way back in so far it hit the back of my throat."

"When did you know what was happening?" Derek asks, crossing his legs as he feels a tightening at his crotch.

"It took a few seconds for my vision to clear." Bianca clarifies, "Then as he began to pull out again I saw his- his balls hanging down by my face."

"Did you in anyway signify you didn't want it" Derek asks harshly.

"I tried to scream but when I did he rammed forward too hard he-" Bianca chokes out, "he went down my throat all the way."

"Why didn't you fight back?" Derek asks without compassion.

"I couldn't see!" Bianca protests, shocked at the tone as much as the question. "He started pumping in and out of my mouth and I- his balls would slap my face each time he forced himself inside."

"Right." Derek states sarcastically. "You just lay there while he fucked your face. Why didn't you bite down?"

"He didn't just- just do that." Bianca whispers, "He lifted my slip up and- and touched my breasts."

"Define touched." Derek orders firmly, the pressure in his pants becoming increasingly uncomfortable.

"He would," Bianca cries out in anguish, "he would roll them around my chest and squeeze them together."

"Did he bite them at all?" Derek asks his eyes traveling down her body to her chest.

"No," Bianca stutters, "but he did, he said that-"

"What did he say Bianca?" he asks with baited breath hanging on her every word.

"He said I was better at sucking- sucking cock then my mom and that I was better here too." Bianca finishes shamefully.

"Better where?' Derek asks, already sure of the answer but wanting to hear her say it.

"Here." Bianca reaches up and gestures to her breasts as she starts to sob uncontrollably.

Eyeing her hungrily, Derek waits for her crying to taper down. "What did you do then?"

"I started screaming." Bianca moans, "and he started to go faster and then shoved hard into my throat and ground himself into me and- and..."

"Came in your mouth." Derek adds helpfully.

"No..." Bianca disagrees, shaking her head, "He was down my throat and it went straight down. I had to swallow it."

"Did he fuck your pussy then?" Derek asks candidly.

"No..." Bianca cries.

"Did he sodomize you"" Derek had to ask.

"NO!!" Bianca shouts in horror, "he went to the sink and washed his cock off. He got a call from some client, he said he had to leave, walked up and kissed me on the forehead and told me he loved me."

"And that's it?" Derek asks keeping his eyes on hers. "You haven't left anything out?"

"No." Bianca confirms. "I waited for him to leave then I ran upstairs threw this on and drove straight here."

"Well then. We have to have you examined." Derek announces standing up.

"Examined?" Bianca asks uncertainly, standing up.

"In the case of any alleged sexual assault, we have to do a rape kit." Derek explains archly, leading Bianca to the door.

"All right." Bianca acquiesces, as she follows Derek down the halls she notices she is going toward the holding cells. "Where are we going?"

"I'm taking you to a holding cell." Derek answers urbanely. "there is still the matter of your driving while under the influence and reckless endangerment charges you are facing."

"Understood." Bianca states stoically.

"Hello. What is this?" a large bald black man in a red T-shirt and blue jeans jeers.

His companion a smaller version of the same man but wearing a black shirt with and matching black shorts gives a wolf whistle.

After ushering Bianca into the cell, Derek turns and glares at the two punks, "Shut Up." Waiting till he's sure they are quiet he turns to Bianca. "Are you ready?"

"Here?" Bianca asks disbelieving, sure she must have misunderstood.

"The station is filled to capacity with prisoners." Derek explains patiently. "It's here or nowhere."

Closing her eyes she nods her head, knowing if she doesn't she'll never be able to go home.

"Okay then. Remove your dress." Derek orders firmly, getting the undivided attention of the other two occupants of the cell.

Swallowing down her pride, Bianca wordlessly pulls her dress up over her head showing her in nothing but Greenlee's thong. That is, until, the dress gets caught in her hair.

"Look at that body Havier." the smaller man tells his friend as Bianca struggles with her dress.

"Quiet Nick." Havier cautions the smaller punk, as he sees Detective Frye glare at them.

Setting down the in front of him he grabs the end of the dress and tugs hard, almost knocking Bianca off her feet.

"OWWW!!!" Bianca screeches, her hands grab at her hair, "That hurts! It's caught on my scrunchy."

Bianca continues to complain as Derek pulls on the dress to try to get it free affording Havier and Nick an excellent view of Bianca half bent over her tits smacking into each other as she moves back and forth struggling to free herself.

"There!" Bianca cries out triumphantly when she unwinds the scrunchy from her hair. Her elation is short lived when her dress goes flying straight into the toilet.

"Damn." is Derek's only response as he takes a breath and pulls out a disposal bag from the case he brought in with him.

"My dress-" Bianca exclaims taking a step toward it.

"I'll have it cleaned." Derek interrupts heading off another whine-fest. "Let's just get this over with."

"The sooner this is over the better." Bianca mutters, glaring at the punks eyeing her up and down.

"I'm glad you feel that way." Derek comments pulling out several baggies and swabs. "Open up."

Bianca shivers at his words... or is it the look in his eyes, she doesn't know, but complies and holds steady as he takes samples from mouth.

"That's finished." Derek announces, placing the swabs and placing them in separate baggies.

Bianca gives a sigh of relief, then freezes when Derek pulls out a camera. "What's that for?"

"This," Derek indicates to the blue lense, "will pick up and record any semen residue on your face as well as any finger impressions made on your breasts."

Balling her hands into fists, Bianca fights down the flood of tears she can feel building and nods her ascent.

"Chin up." Derek orders, as he focuses the lense on her face and snaps a picture then another.

Bianca sways side to side as the flashes cause spots to appear in her eyes and disorientates her.

Winding the film he walks closer to her, "Now I need you to put your hands on top your head and thrust your chest out."

Forcing back a sob, her eyes glistening with unshed tears, Bianca obeys.

Derek and the two punks can't help but stare at Bianca's large orbs as they stand proud in the dim light.

Derek moves the lense a foot away from Bianca's nipples and takes several shots of them and licks suddenly dry lips.

Taking a step back, Derek reaches out with his right hand and pinches Bianca's left nipple causing her to jump back.

"What do you think your doing?!" Bianca starts to rant, the very picture of indignation.

Keeping her nipple held between his thumb and forefinger her growls at her. "I have to take a picture of the whole breast, including the bottom of it."

Staring straight into Derek's stormy eyes with her own dilated ones, Bianca gives a curt nod of assent.

Maintaining eye contact with the teenager, Derek tightens his hold on her nipple and pulls up on it to raise her breast. Breaking eye contact with her, Derek kneels down and snaps the first of many pictures as he uses his grip on her nipple to move her breast where he wants it to be.

After one look around, Bianca stares straight ahead, unwilling to look at the two punks as they ogle her half-naked body. Feeling her eyes watering from the flashes, Bianca starts to sway a little.

Seeing her move back and for, Derek barks out, "Can't you hold still!?"

"I'll try." Bianca chokes out, the shame and humiliation that she has been trying so desperately to hold back rushing to the surface as she fights to keep the room in focus.

"Where can I sign up for that job?" Havier jokes only half kidding as he watches Derek switch to the other breast.

Watching Derek Frye pinch and twist the stunning brunette's breast, Nick can only agree. "It might be worth wearing the uniform for that!"

"All done." Derek announces, standing up he gives her nipple a tweak before setting the camera in the case. "This shouldn't take more than an hour."

Nick and Havier shake their heads in disappointment that their fun is over.

Just as Bianca is about to pick up her dress from the bag when Derek snatches it away.

"Sorry," Derek sneers, "this has been contaminated and has to be cleaned.

Bianca begins to shake her head in denial but is stopped by Derek.

"We may need to get more pictures," Derek continues impatiently, leering down at her chest. "and we can't afford to have any chemicals on your skin."

"I can't stay like this!" Bianca yells wide eyed, grabbing the bag and wrenching it out of his grip surprising Derek; causing him to drop the case.

"FUCK!" Derek screams as he hears the case crash to the cement floor.

Eyes wide, Bianca watches as Derek picks up the case and checks it for damage.

"You have no idea how lucky you are." Derek growls as he finishes his inspection of the locked case. Reaching out, Derek grabs the brunette by the arm and yanks her to him, his grip almost bruising her arm.

"You'll get this back soon." he states, taking the bag back.

"I'm sorry... I just can't!" Bianca cries out, tears glistening in her eyes.

"Your sorry all riight." Derek sneers angrily, shoving her back onto the cot between the punks before exiting the cell.

"You sure are." a voice she knows well retorts snottily.

"Greenlee." Bianca groans... as her head rings from hitting the stone wall, the sound of the cell door closing ringing in her ears overshadowed by a awful white static roaring in her head. Closing her eyes, Bianca can only shake as the world seems to fade.

Holy Mother of-" Nick breathes, staring at the topless beauty next to him shaking slightly, making her breasts bounce on her chest.

"Right there with you." Havier concurs as he greedily ogles the teenager.

"Mom...." Bianca whispers, as she lurches forward off the bench.

"Very nice bitch." Nick whistles softly, staring at the tight firm ass jiggling as Bianca stumbles toward the cell door.

"MMmmm Hmm." Havier concurs standing up.

"Where do you think you can go." he asks caustically, walking up to her side.

"That's right LesBianca." Greenlee replies arrogantly, grabbing her arm. "Where do you think your going?"

"Why don't you go have a seat over here." Nick jeers, pointing to his lap.

Greenlee chuckles and loops her arm though Bianca's and allows her to lean on her for support. "This way."

Her eyes dilated, Bianca loops her arm through Havier's and leans on him, pressing the side of her large tits onto his arm.

"Holy shit." Nick curses, eyes wide as he exchanges baffled glances with Havier as he slowly turns Bianca back toward the bench.

Bianca does not stop to question the unexpected aid in her haste to get to her mother. "Thank you." Bianca murmurs softly.

"Don't mention it." Havier replies slowly before mouthing "STONED' to Nick.

~ ~ ~

"Don't worry about it." Greenlee clucks in her throat, leading her around the group of people to stand on the bottom four stairs so they can see her mother clearly. "They're right over there."

Eyes wide, Bianca gasps soundlessly at the sight.

Surrounded by a crowd of her friends, Erica Kane is bent over a table, her dress thrown over her back moaning and sighing as Jackson Montgomery enters her from behind again and again.

Shaking her head in denial, Bianca clutches Greelee's arm tighter and unintentionally drawing the older woman closer to her

~ ~ ~

A foot away from the bench, Bianca goes completely rigid and turns her body into Havier.

Breathing heavily, Havier stares down at Bianca pressed fully into his side. Her breast splayed against his chest, separated only by his thin red T-shirt.

"Holy Shit!" Nick whispers as he watches the white girl rub against his friend.

-she whispers into the young woman's ear. "Want a closer look?"-
-"NO!{" Bianca replies sharply-
-Greenlee leads her up the stairs as the crowd begins chanting. "Ten, Nine, Eight..."-
-"Just a little ways more." Greenlee coaxes the other girl into the turret filled with hay.-
-"Five, Four,"-

"You want it bad don't you slut." Havier says while staring into Bianca's uncomprehending eyes as he begins to rub his hands up and down her arms.

-she turns toward a bewildered, disoriented Bianca and grabs her by the upper arms, pulling her towards her.-
-"Two, One! HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!"-

Havier waits for a no, for any kind of protest but all he gets is Bianca's glazed eyes staring at him and shaking slightly. "Alright," he grins and leans down and brutally kisses her on the mouth.

-Greenlee kisses Bianca hard on the mouth-

"I want some of that too bro." Nick tells his friend as Havier runs his hands down her back and squeezes Bianca's ass hard.

Breaking the kiss, Havier sits Bianca down next to Nick. "Plenty to share." Havier confirms, sitting down next to Bianca.

-"Happy New Year LesBianca." she whispers then pushes Bianca down onto the hay and descends on the brunette.-

* * *

"Hello Derek." Jackson calls out to Derek as he sees him coming out of the lab.

Stopping to regard the DA, Derek checks the report and shakes his head ruefully.

"Busy day." Jackson comments with a telling glance at all the perps handcuffed to chairs in the waiting room.

"Funny you should mention that Jack." Derek replies with a ironic twist, handing out the report to his friend.

* * *

"MMmmnnn." Havier groans around the mouth full of tit, while his right hand presses and squeezes Bianca's left breast.

"Oo.. ow." Bianca whimpers, her eyes glazed as they see Greenlee biting on her nipples hard. "Not so rough."

"He likes it like that bitch." Nick growls in her ear as he holds the squirming girl on his lap, while his friend has his fun with the big titted girl's breasts.

* * *

"I knew she was having problems," Jackson says as he closes the folder, "but this..."

"Pretty sick huh." Derek jokes uncomfortably as he flashes to having Bianca 'examined'.

"I don't have any choice," Jack states resolutely, "Since Erica has left the country for the foreseeable future, I will have to assume guardianship of my niece."

"All right Jack," Derek agrees, "I'll get a bracelet while you sign for her."

* * *

"Come on sweetie," Havier coos to the swaying girl as he rubs his cock along her lips in an attempt to gain entry, "open up."

The moment she hears the word 'sweetie' Bianca freezes and flashes to her uncle Jack and jerks her head away, to the surprise of the two thugs. "No." Bianca mutters, her mind starting to refocus as she fights Nick's hold on her head.

"Hold her still bro." Havier snarls as he lines up for another try at her mouth. "This bitch is going to suck me if-"

"Your in luck Montgomery, it only took.. Damn it Girl!" Derek barks out rushing to the cell and yanking the door open.

"Hey!" Nick yelps, jerking away from Bianca. "We didn't do anything."

"Yeah right." Derek mutters, staring at the dazed girl.

"What is this?" Jackson asks, causing Derek along with the two punks to jump. Bianca just shivers as she hears Jackson's voice.

"The bitch wanted it." Havier defends, zipping up his pants. "She never said no."

Grunting in disgust, Derek pulls an unresisting Bianca out of the cell. "She's all yours."

Taking off his coat; Jackson places it around the shivering girl and turns to Derek. "Do you have them?" Jackson asks calmly, stroking Bianca's hair as he starts to lead her out of the cell.

"Right here." Derek answers gruffly, handing a stainless steel case to Jackson.

* * *

Outside the Police Station.

"You've been remanded to my custody until the charges are rescinded which should be two minutes after I get in to see the judge." Jackson reassures the edgy brunette as he walks her to his car.

"When will that be?" Bianca asks quickly, the presence of his arm around her reminding her of things she has been trying hard to forget.

"I don't really know." Jackson confesses as he turns her to face him, his hands resting on her shoulders lightly squeezing. "The docket has been filled lately," he continues with a weary shake of his head. "but it shouldn't be anymore than a month. Two tops."

"Two months?" Bianca whispers, horrified at the thought as Jackson guides her into the back seat of the Lincoln towncar.

"Oh it won't be that bad." Jackson states upbeat, sliding in next to her and signaling to the driver to go.

Bianca holds onto the door handle as her vision swims again.

Smiling his trademark caring smile, Jackson leans in close to Bianca. "I'm sure we'll come up with something to do." he whispers into her ear before kissing her on the neck, causing her to shudder.



Chapter 3 - House Arresting

Jack's House 328 Crescent Avenue

"Lucy! We're home!" Jackson crows happily, leading a shivering Bianca into the living room and setting the metal case down.

Taking a seat on the sofa next to case, Bianca can't help but remember that this is the same sofa that she woke up on earlier, Bianca huddles deep into Jackson's coat, very aware that she is only wearing Greenlee's thong under it.

Looking at her hands shake, Bianca forces down the panic and keeps her eyes on her uncle as he walks around the room to the mini bar where he fixes a glass and walks back over to the shivering teenager.

"This should calm you down." Jackson states as he lowers himself down in front of her and hands her the large glass filled with a burnish red liquid.

Not trusting herself to speak, Bianca takes the glass in slightly steadier hands and takes a large draw... and gasps as it burns down through her throat making her choke and gasp.

"Whoa there!" Jackson cautions, removing the now half empty glass from Bianca's hands and before she can drop it and sits next to her on the sofa, rubbing her back with his right to ease her cough. "You were supposed to sip that honey. Brandy. Especially eighty year old brandy tends to be very strong."

Eyes watering and gasping for breath, Bianca begins to breathe easier under Jackson's ministrations.

Seeing Bianca begin to calm, Jackson sets the glass down on a coffee table to his left and picks up the metal case. "Ready?" Jackson asks calmly as he watches as Bianca slowly turns toward him.

"Ready for what?" Bianca asks slowly, sliding to her right and putting a foot between them on the sofa.

"For the Rules." Jackson stresses as he opens the case and pulls out a thin silver ankle bracelet.

"Is that an ankle monitor?" Bianca asks skeptically, having seen police issue ankle monitors before she can tell this is different.

"Yes it is." Jackson replies proudly, happy that she knows what it is. "With this on, you won't be able to leave the house without my express permission."

Her breathing begins to pick up at the restriction and for a moment, Bianca fears she is going to start hyperventilating as she starts to see white spots in her peripheral vision.

Reaching into the case, Jackson pulls out what looks like a large red thermometer. "This sensor will be placed and set so you can't go anywhere near it without setting it off."

Hands shaking harder then ever, Bianca can't take her eyes off the glowing red sensor as the feeling of panic returns three fold.

"Do you understand everything I've told you so far?" Jackson asks kindly as he places the sensor back into the case and picks the ankle monitor back up.

Eyes wide, Bianca stares as he reaches out and grabs her calf and lifts then pulls her leg toward him, parting his coat to expose her leg all the way to Greenlee's panties and resting her ankle next to him.

"I picked this one because it's almost impossible to break as well as fitting snugly and comfortably." Jackson explains as he starts to wrap it around her ankle.

'If he gets that on me I'll never get away!' the thought roars through the panic and fear, but before she can jerk her leg back she hears the click that signifies that it is locked on.

"There you are sweetie." Jackson consoles the stunning brunette, his hand rubbing her ankle and calf. "Now your all set."

'Oh God..' Bianca thinks to herself, not even feeling Jack's hands rubbing up and down her leg or even noticing how her legs are spread wide in her current position. All she can feel is the cold steel on her ankle that feels like a thousand-pound anchor.

Releasing her leg with a sigh of regret, Jackson stands and pulls a listless Bianca to her feet. "It really has been a long day for you hasn't it sweetie?" Jackson mummers to the unresponsive girl.

"Lets get you up to your room." Jackson states firmly, guiding the young woman up the stairs to her room.

* * *

All but dragging a despondent Bianca into her room, Jack sits her on the edge of her bed. "Here you go Bianca. Just stay right here, I'll be right back."

-For the Rules. 'Click'-

When he's sure the brunette beauty is staying put, Jack walks over to Bianca's closet door and opens it. "You are definitely your mother's daughter." Jackson whispers as he sees the size of the closet... as well as the collection of shoes.

Setting his shoulders, Jack begins to rifle through the clothes. Pulling outfit after outfit and draping them over his shoulder until he has removed at least a third of the clothes from the closet.

-With this on, you won't be able to leave the house 'Click'- -'Click'-
-'Click'-

With a last glance at the unmoving, unblinking Bianca; Jackson leaves the room with the pile of clothes.

-without my express permission- 'Click'- -'Click- -Click-

Walking down toward the front door, Jack pauses to pick up Bianca's glass and finishes the brandy.

"Hmm" Jackson hums to himself with a smile tasting Bianca's lip-gloss still on the glass.

-'Click'- -'Click'- -'Click'-

"Good riddance." Jackson grumbles as he drops the clothes into a garbage can.

-'Click'-

Pausing at the sofa, Jack picks up the metal case and carries it with him up the stairs.

-can't go anywhere near it without setting it off- 'Click.'-

Striding back into the room, Jackson notes that Bianca still has not moved. Reaching up, he removes the casing on the smoke detector above the door and fixes the sensor in place before replacing the cover.

Reaching into his pocket, Jackson pulls out a small remote and hits enter, causing the ankle monitor to light up red then green then finally goes dark. With a pleased smile, he walked over to the end table by the bed and set the remote inside the drawer before turning his attention back to Bianca.

"Let's get rid of this." Jack says genially as he pulls the coat slowly off the raven-haired girl's shoulders, exposing her voluptuous body. "There we go." Jack finishes with a winning smile as he tosses the coat onto the floor.

-'Click'- permission- -'Click'- -'Click'- -'Click'- can't go anywhere-

Unbuttoning his cufflinks, Jackson's eyes rove constantly over Bianca's well-endowed figure.

-'Click'- -'Click'- your all set'-

Making short work of the buttons of his shirt, he immediately pulls it off and kicks off his
trousers before climbing onto the bed beside the prone figure of Bianca.

"Time for you to rest Bianca." Jack tells the girl softly as he pulls her almost limp body to lay next to him until she is snuggled into his side.

EEEE EEE EEEE
EEEE EEE EEEE
EEEE EEE EEEE

"What," Bianca groans, her right hand rising to her forehead to try to calm the massive pain in her temples before she blinks her eyes open. Then the noise is the very last thing on her mind. Laying face down, the first thing she sees is her uncle Jack topless, her naked breasts pressing hard into his chest.

"Oh My God!" Bianca whispers, the events of the last two nights flashing in her head. "I've got to get out-" Bianca finishes with a pant realizing that she can't move without waking him; not while his arms are wrapped tight around her holding her in place.

EEEE EEE EEEE

Hearing the alarm clocks screech Bianca knows she has to be quick before it wakes him up. "Careful. Careful" Bianca says softly, doing her best to ignore the presence of her uncle Jack beneath her as she forces herself to move more fully on top of him to reach the alarm clock on the end table to his left. "Easy." Bianca whispers as she slowly moves her right leg over Jack,
unintentionally straddling his lap as she reaches out with her right arm for the clock, her sensitive breasts tickled by her uncle's chest hair as she moves across his body.

"Nomdlmf." Jack mutters nonsensically as Bianca moves to grab the clock causing her to freeze in place on top him.

Staring into her once beloved uncle's face to be sure he wasn't awake, Bianca grabs the old fashioned wind up clock and pushes the off button. Closing her eyes, Bianca offers up a small prayer of thanks before checking on Jack again. 'You can do this.' Bianca thinks to herself, more shakily as the pounding in her head intensifying with her fear of discovery in this position; 'straddling him as if-' "No." Bianca whimpers to herself, pushing the vile thought down, knowing
it will only make what she has to do next worse.

Her limbs trembling with weakness from the pain emanating from her head, Bianca puts her hands on Jack's shoulders and slowly pushes her self-backward. Tears forming in her eyes as she eases out of the circle of his arms, her body rubbing against his every inch of the way.

'Almost out-.' Bianca begins to think as she lowers herself down, until she feels her breasts brush his groin and feels it twitch at the contact. 'Oh God.'

A whole new level of shame rolls though her after she finally frees herself and she finally lifts herself up to her hands and knees. Her face level with his crotch and his boxers clearly tented upward from her full body rub.

"Goodbye Uncle Jack." Bianca whispers, more to herself than him; goodbye to the past gone. That said, Bianca silently slides off the bed and tip toes toward the door, never seeing Jack's eyes crack open.

Watching her buttocks sway back and forth enticingly, Jack waits till she gets to the warning stage.

BEEP!!!

At the sound Bianca jumps and looks around frantically unable to find the noise.

"What is it!" Bianca says frantically, her head buzzing with fear and pain.

BEEP!!!

Looking down she sees the ankle monitor blink red. "The monitor." Bianca all but shouts.

"The sensor's set by the door." Jack's voice calls out from the bed, causing Bianca to jump a foot in the air and spin around.

"What!?" Bianca asks breathlessly.

"The sensor is on the other side of the door." Jack lies easily, enjoying the swinging motion of Bianca's breasts. "When you get within five feet of the door, it blinks red."

Bianca watches wide eyed as Jackson walks over to her.

Reaching out, Jack pulls Bianca to him and away from the door. "See it stops when you're away from the door."

Swallowing hard, Bianca feels the walls close in on her. A feeling of claustrophobia unlike anything she has ever known rolls over her. "Why?"

"Because it's the only way I could get you out of jail." Jackson answers, kissing her on the top of her head and keeping her pressed up against him by holding her by her shoulders.

"Jail?" Bianca asks, confused, looking up at him. A storm swirling in her head, wave after wave of pain and dizziness colliding inside her.

"Yes. Jail." Jackson replies testily. "When you drove under the influence and risked innocent lives. I convinced Derek to give me temporary custody, because of your reckless behavior the ankle monitor was the only way to get you out of jail."

"What about bail?" Bianca asks desperately, pulling away from him.

"Bail." Jack snorts derisively, "It was everything I could do to get him to not tack on charges of public indecency with that scene you pulled in the holding cells."

"That wasn't my fault! I-I.." Bianca sobs, tears streaming down her face as she attempts to explain what she herself doesn't understand.

"Bianca. You're out of control." Jackson tells her firmly, cupping her face in his hands and looking her in the eyes.

"No. I - I'm-" Bianca denies weakly.

"Bianca. You've had some kind of psychotic break." Jack states slowly, keeping his eyes locked on hers. "I saw the report that Derek wrote up. I know what you told him."

"NO! You did it! You did!" Bianca cries loudly.

"Sweetie, it's me." Jack says fervently, "You know I would never do anything like that to you. There was something in the punch at the party and you've had some kind of reaction."

"No." Bianca denies again, weaker this time.

"You can barely stand up!" Jack states to the confused teenager.

"I remember." Bianca stands her ground, her bottom lip quivering.

"Alright Bianca." Jack sighs, "Let's go to the kitchen so you can explain what you think happened."

Turning around, Jack takes the remote from the drawer and deactivates the monitor then walks back to the trembling beauty. "Lets get you downstairs." Jack finishes with a shake of his head.

Wrapping an arm around her shoulders, he leads her down to the kitchen.

* * *

"We're here." Jackson says as they walk into the kitchen. "Now you need to show me what you believe happened here."

"What I know happened." Bianca mutters defiantly, walking to the counter.

"I went to the cabinet over here to get some aspirin for my head." Bianca explains grabbing the aspirin and leaning over the counter. "It's where I was when you, when you came in."

..."Or maybe not." Jack states outloud as he sees his niece half bent over the counter. "Good morning sweetie."...

"I remember that." Jack concurs, his eyes fixed on Bianca's ass as it sways back and forth.

"You said that I got home late and you grabbed a bowl from the cupboard and pressed, and pressed yourself into me."

"I brushed against you when I grabbed the bowl but that's all." Jackson protests his innocence while he stares at Bianca's ass, remembering what it felt like pressed against his cock.

~ ~ ~

..."Good morning Uncle Jack." Bianca replies wincing as her head rings with the sound of her own voice.

"You got home rather late didn't you kiddo?" Jack questions calmly as he grabs a box of cereal from a pantry and sets it on the kitchen table.

"Yeah, someone dropped me off." Bianca replies automatically, her head still spinning even though the pain has lessened and still too off kilter to risk turning around and possibly restart the throbbing in her head.

"Uh huh." Jack says noncommittally as he walks over to Bianca and reaching over her, grabs a bowl from the cupboard above her.

Leaning forward slightly so his body is flush with hers, Jack continues archly, "And you think it's okay for you to break curfew?"

Feeling the coarseness of the towel on her buttocks causes Bianca to blink in confusion. "No, of course not Uncle Jack I-"...

~ ~ ~

"You put your hand on my shoulder so that I couldn't move away!" Bianca declares angrily, revulsion breaking through.

"I was trying to keep you from falling down!" Jack yells chagrin filling his visage as he regards his niece. "As I recall we were arguing about your 'spending time' with Greenlee Smythe right before you did fall."

~ ~ ~

..."And in the company of one Greenlee Smythe." Jack cuts her off firmly, putting a hand on her shoulder to keep her in place. "A woman who you know your mother cannot stand."

Her uncle's hand feels as if it's burning right through her as it rests on her shoulder and she squirms slightly at his words. More than a little horrified at what he or someone else might have seen. "I didn't really-" Bianca attempts to defend herself, but Jack is on his soapbox now and will have his say.

"You don't really." Jack cuts her off harshly, his cock twitching as Bianca squirms back and forth, teasing it unknowingly. "You didn't know she was all over you. Or you didn't know she took you home."

"I-" Bianca is about to interject when she feels something hard pressing in between her ass cheeks through the towel and realizes it's her uncle's cock! 'Oh God! I have to move away from it!' she thinks frantically, pressing back harder to try to get him to move.

Feeling her push her ass onto his dick, Jack forces down a groan and turns the girl to face him so he can look her in the eye. "Did you drink so much last night that you can't even remember which it is!"

"I don't-" Bianca begins to say but loses all sense of balance and stumbles forward into Jack.

"I gotcha." Jack tells her as he quickly reaches out and wraps his arms under her shoulders and pulls her to him. "Hold on."...

~ ~ ~

Turning around unsteadily, Bianca glares at Jack. "You caught me alright."

"Then I sat you on the table." Jack states, walking to the table.

~ ~ ~

...Having her uncle Jack's arms around her almost makes her feel safe. Until, that is she feels something wrong down below. Shifting slightly, she feels it, his cock pressed against her stomach, the towel laying on the floor where it dropped when he caught her. A sick feeling in her stomach to match the one in her head makes her speak up. "I need to sit." she says quietly, hoping to get out of this position without incident.

"Okay sweetie." Jack replies kindly, lifting her up under her shoulders to sit her on the kitchen table. "Better?"

Bianca nods white faced, not trusting herself to speak because better is not the word for it. Now instead of resting on her stomach, his cock is resting right on her crotch, with him right in between her spread legs.

"I'll pour you some coffee, that should help some. All right?" Jack asks earnestly, pressing forward to kiss her cheek he pokes her again with his cock, causing ripples of disgust to flow through her.

"Okay." Bianca answers quickly, the pain in her head gone but the vertigo is still very strong and the feverishness hasn't left....

~ ~ ~

"Then I fell backward-" Bianca says with a tremor.

"And hit the back of your head." Jack finishes with a look of care on his face.

~ ~ ~

...Nodding his understanding, Jackson turns to pour her a cup of coffee and as he is doing so she scoots back as fast as she can and gets hit with another dizzy spell, making her fall backward, her head hanging off the end.

"Hey there Bianca!" Jack calls out calmly, rushing over to her and leaving the coffee behind. "Are you okay."

Bianca tries to nod a little but it just causes spots to invade her vision.

"This is important sweetie," Jack continues still using a calm almost reasonable tone. "are you sure you didn't hurt your neck?"

Even though it nearly causes her to pass out, Bianca shakes her head no slightly, still unable to see.

"Good, Bianca, that's good." Jack states happily as he has Bianca lean her head against the folded down end of the table so her head is upside down.

As all the blood rushes to her head, Bianca closes her eyes tight as all sense of up or down is stripped from her. Taking a deep breath Bianca opens her mouth to protest, only to have her words cut off as something fills her mouth and forces her tongue down.

Panicking, Bianca flails around with her hands, desperate to find out what has happened and encounters only warm skin but calms slightly when she feels it, the thing in her mouth, withdraw.

"Don't worry Bianca, this is for the best." Bianca hears her uncle say just as the thing pushes back into her mouth, deeper this time to bump against the back of her throat.

"HHHMMMmm" Bianca tries to call out but all that can be heard is a muffled groan. Blinking her eyes quickly, Bianca starts to regain her vision as the intruder backs out again. Only to resume her flailing in earnest when she sees her uncle Jack's nuts swinging back and forth as he pulls his cock out to the tip.

As Bianca's mouth opens wide to scream, Jack thrusts forward hard and is rewarded when his cock sinks all the way down her throat, his nuts smacking her in the eyes.

'This isn't happening!' Bianca thinks horrified as her 'beloved' uncle Jack begins to move in and out of her mouth faster.

"Trust me Bianca," Jack grunts as he flicks his hips back and forth faster, enjoying how Bianca's tongue vibrates on the top of his cock as she tries to speak. "Once your mother finds out about you and Greenlee, she'll be glad I was here to show you what's right."

Her head trapped by the folded down side of the table and Jack's thrusting hips, Bianca does her best to hit at him the best she can blindly. Blind because each time he pumps into her throat his nuts smack into her face forcing her to keep her eyes closed.

"Your even better at sucking cock than your mother." Jack grunts loudly, his hands jerking Bianca's shift up over her chest and exposing her breasts to his hungry gaze.

"And you're definitely better here too." Jack licks his lips as he grabs Bianca's large full breasts in his hands and squeezes and presses them in his hands; mauling them at will.

Tears form in the young brunette's eyes as she feels this new violation of her body commence.

Her breasts seem to swell in his hands, almost greedily as he squeezes them together. At this new horror, Bianca starts screaming with everything she has.

"That's a girl! That's a GIRL!" Jack moans loudly. Unbeknownst to Bianca the vibrations that her screaming causes around his cock triggers his orgasm. Jamming his cock deep into her throat, Jack grinds his pelvis into her trying to get even deeper as he cums.

Her screams are cut off when she feels the first jet of cum splat into her throat as his dick spasms and shoots wad after sticky wad of cum deep into her throat

After what seems to be an eternity to the poor girl, he finally pulls out of her mouth and walks over to the sink.

The moment she is free from his grasp Bianca slides off the table and watches him warily as he runs a rag under the water and proceeds to wash his cock.

Feeling the need to scream again as she watches him clean up as if he just spilled a glass of milk, Bianca opens her mouth to do that and shuts her mouth when a phone rings....

~ ~ ~

"NO!" Bianca continues vehemently, "You put yourself inside my mouth and-"

"BIANCA!" Jack yells, feigned outrage painting his face into a look of shocked disgust and causing Bianca to jump back into the counter.

Calling up a look many jurors have called his sincere, reasonable look. "You almost knocked yourself out. I blame myself for this." Jackson states shaking his head sadly, "I put away the cereal so that I could take you to the hospital and have you checked out. When the phone rang and you jumped up."

~ ~ ~

...Turning toward Bianca with a raised eyebrow and seeing only confusion Jack looks around and sees his cellphone on the counter.

With a sigh he looks at the call registry and sees it's a client calling for help. "I have to go." Shaking his head he walks over to a now cringing Bianca, and kisses her on the forehead. "I love you sweetie" he says kindly, before he walks out to get dressed....

~ ~ ~

"THAT"S NOT WHAT HAPPENED!" Bianca screams at the top of her lungs. "You went to the sink and washed your- yourself off." Bianca grimaces, 'and kissed me on the forehead like what you did was nothing!"

Jack shakes his head sadly but says nothing.

"I ran to the sink and threw up," Bianca snarls stalking up to him, shaking in fury.

~ ~ ~

...When he leaves the room, Bianca runs to the sink and promptly throws up, dry heaving over and over as she recalls what just transpired minutes before. After her stomach has somewhat settled she goes to the fridge and opens a container of lemonade then swirls it in her mouth in an attempt to get the taste completely out of her mouth....

~ ~ ~

"Then I went to the fridge and opened the lemonade and rinsed my mouth with it to get the taste of you out of my mouth." Bianca finishes flinging open the refrigerator door.

"Bianca." Jack says in answer to her accusing glare.

"What?" Bianca grits out, her voice filled with venom.

In answer Jackson nods to the contents of the refrigerator.

Turning to look at what has his attention, Bianca freezes and her world falls apart around her.

With a few steps forward, Jack reaches the refrigerator and pulls out the lemonade. The unopened lemonade.

"I don't understand." Bianca pleads in a small voice.

"A lot of people at the party have been having episodes." Jack improvises, "It seems someone put something in the food or refreshment. No one knows which yet, but when I went to the hospital: that's what the call was about earlier. Dr. Remin gave me some drugs that should help you."

"Drugs?" Bianca asks half hopefully, the other half filled with some nameless dread.

"Yes Bianca." Jack says with a reassuring smile, "Just something to help you with the episodes. After everything you've told me your... delusions are very vivid and need to be handled."

"You're sure they'll help?" Bianca asks softly, some part of her telling her that this isn't right.

"They are all we have." Jack states, walking to the medicine cabinet and pulling out a bottle. "Dr. Remin said they could take a while for them to kick in completely though so if anything like this should happen again you should do your best to ignore it."

"That's why you have me locked in my room. Isn't it." Bianca whispers wide eyed, as Jack hands her two large red and yellow pills.

"It is." Jack confirms, hiding a smile as he fills up a glass with water and handing it to her. "With what happened in the holding cells... you just can't be trusted to take care of yourself."

Hands shaking, Bianca takes the glass from her uncle and downs both pills in a gulp.

"That's a good girl." Jack says with a smile, "Now there are going to be some changes around here young lady."

"Changes?" Bianca blinks as they start walking up the stairs. When did they leave the kitchen?

"Yes Bianca, changes." Jack confirms, moving his hand in little circles on her lower back as they go up the stairs. "The doctor told me that you need to break all your routines and habits."

Leading her into her room, Jack closes the door and leaves her standing in the middle of the room while he picks up the remote and activates the ankle monitor. "There you go."

Setting the remote down he turns back to Bianca. "Sweetie you know how I told you we needed to break up your routines?" Jack asks slowly, waiting for Bianca's nod before continuing. "Well, one of the first things we have to change is your look. I've already thrown out a lot of your clothes." Jack pauses again for a explosion. "So after I get you cleaned up, we're going to go shopping."

"Shopping." Bianca smiles, 'I like shopping.'

"I thought that would perk you up." Jack smiles in response, "and we'll leave as soon as we're done."

With that said, Jack led the dazed teenager into an adjoining room.

"Clean." Bianca states as she stares at the large shower, easily eight feel long and five feet wide with a porcelain tub and glass doors.

"Mmm. Hmm." Jack agrees, staring at Bianca's perfectly round ass for a moment before guiding her to the shower. Opening one of the sliding glass doors open, Jack turns on the water until it was nice and hot then closes it again. "Time to get in." Jack finishes with a roguish grin.

Stepping forward, Bianca slides the other glass door open and with a happy squeal steps under the water.

Never taking his eyes off the figure blurred by the glass, Jackson strips off his boxers and quietly steps into the door Bianca left open and closes it. Pausing to take in the figure before him Jack steps forward and takes the soap from a stand and begins to scrub her back.

"What?" Bianca begins to ask, turning around until she sees her uncle Jack.

"It's just me sweet heart." Jack smiles, fighting to keep his eyes on her face and off of the tantalizing picture of the water streaming down her large full breasts. "I thought you could use some help."

"Help?" Bianca asks confused, 'I don't think I've ever had help showering.' Bianca thinks to herself.

"You left on your underwear." Jack says with a pointed look down.

"Oh." Bianca says with a goofy smile, "forgot."

"It's why I'm here remember?" Jack says kneeling in front of the stunning girl, "To help you."

"Help." Bianca says resolutely.

"Yes." Jack reaffirms, hooking his fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulling them down her legs. "Now step out of them Bianca" Jack orders firmly, nodding when she complies.

Taking a moment to enjoy the up close and personal view of Bianca's pussy, Jack sighs and stands up. "Turn around so I can wash you."

'Okay' Bianca thinks to herself, the blinding pain from earlier gone and in it's place an almost pleasant feeling of foggy detachment. Turning around, Bianca lifts her face to the sprat of the shower facet and runs her fingers through her hair.

Setting down the bar of soap, Jack ops instead to use the liquid soap instead and fills his hands with it. "I'm going to start washing your body now Bianca." Placing his hands on her shoulders, he begins to rub the soap all over her back.

"That's nice." Bianca mumble softly, leaning into the touch.

Bending down on his knees, Jack rubs down her ass for a full five minutes; pressing his hands hard into the firm flesh as he squeezes and cautiously spreads her cheeks and rubs some of the soap down her crack and over her anus.

At the contact Bianca jumps slightly and Jack continues down her legs, making certain to work his way up the inside of her thighs all the way up until he hits her pussy then withdraws.

Standing up, Jack grabs the bottle of liquid soap again and reaches around her and begins to rub her stomach.

"That tickles." Bianca giggles.

"Okay, then I'll wash higher." Jack says urbanely, his hands rising higher and cupping her breasts causing Bianca to catch her breath. "Those dirty boys were all over you at the station so I know these would need special attention." Jack whispers in her ear as he lightly runs his hands over her breasts and tweaking her nipples lightly.

A blush begins to make its way from her face down her neck to her shoulders as Jack plays with her breasts. "I think they're clean now." Bianca stutters.

"I believe you are right," Jackson agrees grinning as he sees the blush trailing down her neck. "Now we just need to wash your hair." Looking around Jackson spies a bottle of Enchantment shampoo.

Taking the shampoo bottle, Jack squirts the shampoo directly into her hair causing her to squeal in surprise.

"AAAHHh!" Bianca shrieks as the cold thick shampoo makes sudden contact with her head. "Cold."

"I know," Jack agrees, "but you wanted me to wash your hair didn't you?"

Bianca has to think about this for a moment. "Yes."

"Good," Jack answers smiling, pulling her back flush against him. "let's get started."

Jack begins to rub the shampoo into her hair and once it's built to a lather he begins to giver her a scalp massage.

"Mmm." Bianca hums happily as Jack's fingers work there magic on her scalp.

"There you are." Jack announces, removing his hands from her hair and grabs the shampoo again. "Your heads almost done."

Squirting his right hand with shampoo he lowers it between her legs and presses it against her crotch and starts to rub it in.

Eyes popping open wide, Bianca grabs his wrist to stop his hand from moving. "Wha- What are you doing?'' Bianca gasps.

"What I said," Jackson tells her, removing her hand from his wrist, "Washing your hair like you wanted."

Breathing heavier, Bianca stands still while Jack begins rubbing his fingers through her pubic hair to stroke her slit with his index finger.

Moving forward, Jack begins to grind his groin into her ass his cock sliding between her cheeks.

"Uhh." moaning softly, Bianca begins to move her hips back and forth while Jack teases her slit.

Feeling his now fully erect cock between her ass cheeks as they start clenching around it causes Jack to move faster and harder against her, while continuing to rub her slit.

"Huh.. huh.. huh ... hu .. hu" Bianca huffs as she moves frantically against the finger driving her crazy.

"Feels better than nice doesn't it?" Jack growls in her ear as he starts using his left hand to jerk her back harder against his cock.

As each thrust begins to grow wilder they're feet start to slide on the floor does until Bianca slips forward and falls.

Throwing her arms in front of her, Bianca grabs the edge of the tub before she can land face first.

Breathing hard, Jackson stares down at Bianca on her hands and knees as she begins to pull herself up to her knees. "You know Bianca," he says thickly. "it's time for me to wash up too."

Wordlessly, Bianca takes the bottle of liquid soap from Jack and squirts some in her hands.

"Good." Jack says harshly, taking Bianca's hands and wrapping them around his cock.

Blinking in confusion Bianca just leaves her hands where he puts them until he snaps a command, "Rub it."

Moving slowly but surely; Bianca begins to move her hands, kneading his long thick cock.

Groaning in his throat, Jack begins to thrust his hips back and forth as Bianca's small hands grip his shaft tight.

While Jack continues to enjoy the handjob Bianca is giving him, the shampoo begins to run down her face and into her eyes.

"OW!" Bianca winces as the shampoo stings her eyes, forcing her to shut them against the white tide of soap running down her face.

"Don't stop." Jackson demands as Bianca momentarily loosens her grip.

"It stings." Bianca complains.

"Keep your eyes closed," Jack growls angrily, "It will wash out."

Complying, Bianca keeps her eyes shut and maintains her grip on Jacks jerking cock.

"That's it! THAT"S IT!!!" Jack shouts as he starts to cum. His cock jerking hard in Bianca's grip and shooting wad after stringy wad of cum onto Bianca's face. "UH... Uhhh.... uhh...." Jack groans slowing his pumping motion.

Shuddering, Jack stares down at the teenager on her knees still stroking his cock, unintentionally milking it of the last load of cum. His body shuddering, Jackson pulls Bianca's hands off his cock and pulls her to her feet. "Let's get that shampoo off your face." he says calmly, picking up the liquid soap and using it to wash the cum off of Bianca's flawless features before rinsing her hair.

"You can open your eyes now sweetie." Jack whispers in her ear, then kisses her shoulder.

Blinking her eyes, Bianca smiles when the pain doesn't make an appearance.

"Better?" Jack asks smiling.

"Yeah." Bianca smiles softly.

"Then it's time to go shopping." Jack says as he shuts off the shower.



Chapter 4 - Shopping Daze

"Are you sure this is alright?" Bianca asks softly, clinging to Jack's arm as they walk into the store.

Jack, dressed in his usual gray suite and tie leading Bianca covered in Jack's trench coat.

"Of course it's alright sweetie." Jack tells her, patting her hand as he looks around the store.

"Sir." a store clerk calls out, walking toward the pair. "Can I help you?"

"No thank you." Jackson answers the young lady kindly. "I know what we're looking for."

"Oh." the girl responds, "Then I'll leave you to it sir."

Before the girl has even finished turning around, Jack has already put her out of his mind, "There." he points to the far end of the store. Without another word, he sets off with his young charge clamped to his arm as they make their way to the trendy part of the store.

Looking around rather hesitantly, Bianca turns to her uncle Jack, "I don't usually," she begins haltingly as Jack turns to regard her, "What I mean is that I don't really wear stuff this... flashy."

"That's exactly the point, my dear." Jack smiles triumphantly, "Your supposed to break your routines and habits remember? This is definitely the place to start." and with that said, he begins to rifle through clothing assortments of nearly every kind and putting most on Bianca's arms.

"This is an awful lot." Bianca begins to say, but stops when Jack cocks an eyebrow in her direction. "It has to be expensive." Bianca tries another tact.

"I have money enough Bianca." Jack chuckles as he leads her through a few more assortments.

"What about my old clothes?" Bianca can't help but ask, though a sharp pain shoots momentarily through her temple.

"I told you already Bianca." Jackson answers, clearly exasperated. "I got rid of most of your old clothes last night."

While Bianca fights to hold on to that idea, Jack leads the clothes bound girl to a large changing area. "In we go!"

"Both of us?" Bianca asks, alarmed for some reason that she can't understand.

"Of course both of us." Jack explains patiently, as he nudges her into the changing room. "How else am I going to see what fits you or not?"

"I guess your right." Bianca admits with a shrug, though it seems as though something is wrong with it, however the moment the thought crosses her mind a new sharp pain echoes into her head causing her to cry out. "OW!"

"Are you okay sweetheart?" Jack asks as he turns from hanging the clothes on the pegs on the walls.

"My head hurts." Bianca answers dully, her face a shade paler than normal.

"It's just tension." Jack explains walking over to the beleaguered girl. "The doctor said that when you start to tense up that you may experience short migraines."

"For how long?" Bianca whimpers, allowing Jack to lead her to the bench.

"For as long as you keep in conflict." Jack says as he pulls her coat off, exposing her in nothing more than a pair of black bikini cut panties.

"Conflict?" Bianca mutters while Jack turns her away from him as he sits behind her and pulls her onto his lap.

"More like opposition." Jack whispers in her ear while he begins to rub her temples. "Whenever you allow yourself to become angry or upset, you'll start to feel dizzy and if you persist, you'll get sharp pains that will get worse."

"Oh" Bianca murmurs, shivering as Jack's hands move down her temples and starts to massage her shoulders.

"As long as your calm," Jack pauses and kisses her neck. "and stop arguing with everything I say."

"I-I... don't... won't argue." Bianca winces as Jack's teeth scrape her sensitive neck.

"That's right, Bianca." Jack breathes in her ear his eyes fixed on the mirror image of them in the mirror; with Bianca perched on his lap, her breasts swaying and bouncing from the shoulder massage. "Just put yourself in my hands completely and do as I say."

"Okay." Bianca whimpers, her headache fading as she calms down.

"That's good." Jack smiles, stopping his massage to give her a sharp smack on the ass.

"OUCH!!" Bianca yelps, springing up from his lap and rubbing the right side of her butt. "What was that for?!"

"Just trying to get you moving." Jack motions to the clothes on the hooks. "It's time to get to work."

Giving him a reluctant nod of acceptance, Bianca hesitantly grabs up a white top.

"And one of the skirts." Jack nods toward the small stack of black, red, and white skirts.

With a sigh, Bianca slips on the white bustier top and a black knee length skirt then turns toward Jackson with a look of questioning.

With a nod of acceptance Jack stands up and walks behind her. "Stand up straight." Jack orders running his hand down the back of the top, feeling the warm skin beneath.

"Chest out." Jack tells her pulling her shirt down farther as Bianca puffs out her chest.

"Almost perfect." Jack whispers into Bianca's ear while she smiles in the mirror, a smile that falters slightly with his next move.

Jack runs his fingers down the shoulder straps and pulls them outward, brushing her breasts as he opens the top more exposing the insides of her breasts to their view.

"That is how it's supposed to be worn." Jack smiles naturally, letting his hands briefly skim Bianca's breasts before kneeling behind her.

"The skirt fits fine uncle Jack." Bianca tells him, a quiver in her voice that she doesn't quite understand.

"It wrinkles up in the back." Jack tells her as he brings his hands up and smoothes the material over her hips repeatedly.

"A little starch will fix it." Bianca replies jumping when Jack pats her on the ass.

"I suppose your right." Jack says standing all the way up. "You are after all, Erica Kane's daughter."

"Yes I am." Bianca says proudly, modeling the skirt and top.

"Moving on," Jack tells her in dulcet tones, gesturing to a different pile of skirts.

"The skirts all made by the same brand." Bianca tells him quickly, not wanting to take the skirt off for some reason. "They'll all fit the same way."

"You sure?" Jack asks her, smiling impishly.

"Yes I am." Bianca tells him resolutely.

"Alright," Jack tells her with the same smile, handing her a black spaghetti strap top with lots of ties on the bottom. "Try this on then."

"Okay." Bianca says slowly facing away from him as she removes the white top, baring her large breasts.

"Hold up your arms." Jack tells her from behind, as he sets the top into position.

"I don't need help getting dressed." Bianca protests before a wave of nausea hits her.

-'I don't think I've ever had help showering.'-

"You okay kiddo?" Jack asks rubbing her shoulders as he stares at her now pale face then her breasts as they bounce slightly.

"Yeah." Bianca answers faintly, lifting her arms to accept his help. "Just a little dizzy."

"Here you go." Jack tells her absently, while pulling the top over her head.

"This is way too small." Bianca protests wide eyed as she stares in the mirror.

"Nonsense," Jack responds airily, "this just doesn't have any bagginess to it.

"I have 'baggier' bras!" Bianca sputters gesturing to the top.

"The tag said it was your size. Its must not be all the way down." Jack tells her, keeping his smile hidden, Jack reaches around her and tugs down a little, but in truth Bianca is very much correct. The top doesn't even cover all of her breasts, leaving at least an inch below her nipples exposed covered only by the numerous ties that hang down.

"The tags wrong." Bianca tells him exasperated by his doggedness.

"You sure?" Jack asks, running his hands down the top and cupping the bottom of her breasts.

"Yes." Bianca shudders as his thumbs accidentally move up and rub her nipples.

"Okay," Jack begins to say. "I'll help you out and th-"

"I got it!" Bianca chimes in loudly, already lifting the top off. "It will just take a sec.. OW."

"Bianca, what." Jack starts to ask but is cut off by another pained yelp.

"Ouch." Bianca cries, her head stuck under the top along with her arms as she squirms around to Jack's amusement.

"You sure you don't need help?" Jack asks huskily, his amusement fading as he takes in her predicament; stuck with her arms inside the top and blinded by it as well, Bianca is left
struggling which makes her chest heave and provides an unobstructed view of her large perfectly
formed breasts.

After another three minutes have gone by of softly mumbled curses, Bianca finally gives into the inevitable. "I need help." Bianca sighs, turning to where she thinks Jackson is.

"I'm here to serve." Jack tells her mockingly with a bow she can't see. "Your hair is tangled up in the ties. When you tried to just take the top off from the sides the ties got caught. You have to take it off from the back." Jack finishes explaining, leading her toward a wall.

"I can't reach the back," Bianca tells him miserably, "and even if I could my hair is still tangled."

"I have it under control." Jack tells her confidently, "I'm going to hook the back to one of the lower hooks in the wall and pull you out of it."

"But-" Bianca tries to protest as Jack lowers her to her knees.

"I could always call one of the sales people for help." Jack suggests reasonably.

"No!" Bianca answers quickly, mortified by the idea that complete strangers would see her like this.

"I thought you might see it my way." Jack tells her, his smile condescending as he bends her over at the waist and wrapping the back of the shirt around the hook.

"This is what we're going to do." Jack explains patiently, "I'll support your upper body and pull you out while you move backward with your knees."

"But my hair?" Bianca whines as the shirt's new position pulls at her hair more, bringing tears to her hair.

"It's like pulling off a Band-Aid Bianca." Jack coaxes her, leaning over the kneeling girl to whisper in her cloth covered ear. "I won't lie and tell you it won't be uncomfortable but it won't be too bad."

"Okay," Bianca relents with a sniff.

"Do you want to go fast or slow?" Jack asks her softly, licking his lips as his eyes travel down to her large dangling breasts.

"What do you mean?" she asks confused by the question.

"If we go slow it will take longer." Jack replies, continuing to leer at the raven-haired girl's body. "Or we could do it fast and have it over with, but you will lose some hair that way and it might even hurt more that way."

"We'll go slow." Bianca tells him, wincing at the thought of more pain.

"Time to move." Jack says with a twisted smile as he reaches underneath her with both hands and grasps her tits.

"WHAT- OWWW!!!" Bianca tries to protest but is stopped when Jackson pulls her backward slowly by her breasts, making her hair pull loose.

"That's it." Jack encourages her, his hands squeezing her breasts, loving the feel of her firm tits.

"Fast, fast." Bianca sobs, her body shaking from the continuous drawn out pain in her scalp.

"Alright baby." Jack replies smirking, moving his right hand to her shoulder he gives a series of hard yanks causing her to cry out in pain.

"It hurts. IT HURTS!" Bianca yells, her head almost clear of the top.

"I told you fast would hurt more." he answers in a 'I told you so' tone, while his left hand continues to fondle her breasts from below.

"OWW.. OWWW. OOOOOOWWWWW!!!" Bianca screams as her head is finally pulled free, a few little strands of hair caught in the ties.

"Awww." Jack commiserates, pulling her trembling form up onto her knees with her back pressed against his chest. "It's over now sweetie." Jack finishes kissing her shoulder and neck, his hands rubbing up and down her arms.

Knock. Knock.

"Hello. Is everything alright in there." the voice of the sales clerk comes from outside the changing room.

"Everything's fine." Jack calls out, nuzzling Bianca's hair. "A shirt got stuck that's all. It's all taken care of."

Blinking rapidly, Bianca tapers off her tears and shrugging out of Jack's grasp. Standing up slowly, she runs her hands gingerly through her hair and becomes aware that her uncle is talking to someone.

"We'll call if we need anything." Jack assures the clerk on the other side of the door and turns toward Bianca.

"Hey there kiddo." Jack tells her gently, putting his hand under her chin to raise her eyes to his. "You okay?"

"A little sore." Bianca answers softly, looking up at Jack embarrassed.

"I tried to warn you." Jack sighs, turning away to keep himself from staring too openly at Bianca; her flushed features and obvious vulnerability making her incredibly alluring.

"Yeah." Bianca agrees, sitting listlessly on a bench and shutting her eyes.

"No rest for the weary." Jack tells the brunette, walking over to her with more clothes.

"I need to rest a little." Bianca protests weakly, not even opening her eyes.

"Fine." Jack tells her after a moment of consideration, setting most of the clothes in his hands next to Bianca and kneeling in front of her. "Then you can rest and I will put these on you."

"What?" Bianca asks surprised when she feels her high-heeled shoes taken off.

"These." Jack answers holding up a small container of nylons. "You can lean back while I find the right kind for you to wear."

"You did want to rest," Jack asks her seeing her about to talk, "didn't you?"

"Alright." Bianca nods her acquiescence before shutting her eyes again and nodding off.

Picking up her right foot and setting it on his lap, Jack takes in the vision in front of him. Eyes shut and topless, her large round breasts moving slightly as she breathes and her long legs splayed slightly and in a pose sexy enough to make her a shoe in for Playboy Playmate of the Decade.

Releasing a breath he didn't even realize he held, Jack slowly slides the nylon up her calf, his hands running along it feeling it's fantastic shape and muscle tone as he continues to run the nylon up her leg, now moving up under her skirt with his right hand caressing the inside of her thigh his eyes flicking to her face for any sign of reaction.

Reaching the end of the nylon, he continues up her leg until he reaches bare flesh and begins to massage her upper thigh. Feeling the muscles in her leg relax, Jack slowly moves his index finger up to the top of her panties and rubs softly down the middle along her slit causing her to whimper and shift pressing slightly on his crotch with her foot.

Pleased with her reaction, Jackson repeats the action several times adding slightly more pressure and watching as the pretty teenager shudders slightly, her toes curling on top of his pants.

As moisture begins to seep through her panties Jack moves his finger up to where her clit is and begins to draw circles around it and pressing slightly, making the luscious brunette gasp slightly and shake.

"Huh..." Bianca groans her eyes starting to flutter open.

At this sign Jack quickly remove his hand and pulls the nylon off her leg.

"What's happening?" Bianca groans, short of breath.

"You fell asleep." Jack answers helpfully, stacking the clothes next to her.

"I don't think I can put on one more." Bianca laughs sleepily, looking at the pile of clothes on the bench.

Exhaling loudly, Jack slowly nods, "That's okay," he states rising up from his position and adjusting his suite jacket to hide the large bulge in his trousers. "We can always shop some more later."

Feeling a twinge in her head at the words, Bianca nods wordlessly and watches as he picks up the trench coat she was wearing and drapes it over her shoulders.

"So you had fun?" Jack asks as he starts to button up the coat.

"Yeah..." Bianca says hesitantly, the feel of his hands brushing her skin as he fastens the coat distracting her for some reason.

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself." Jack smiles putting his hands on her shoulders and leans forward to press his lips to hers in a chaste kiss.

Surprised Bianca stays rooted to the spot as the kiss ends, watching as he picks up the clothing from the floor.

"Bianca, Bianca?" Jack calls out, breaking her out of her fugue. "It's time to go."

With a start Bianca realizes that he has picked up the clothes and is waiting on her. Moving slowly, her body giving a shiver as she walks past him as she tries to understand the feeling of (fear?) nervousness that has briefly overtaken her.

"Hello, Mr.. Montgomery, isn't it?" the sales person greets as they walk toward the check out desk. "Will this be all?"

"I believe so." Jack nods and hands him a credit card.

While the sales man rings up the items, Jack notices something in the corner that peaks his interest. "Bianca?" Jack says turning to the teenager.

"Yes uncle Jack?" Bianca questions turning her attention from the clothes around her.

"Why don't you go to the car while I bring these out." Jack tells her, nodding to the exit.

"Okay." Bianca replies quietly, after a glance at the cashier, she turns and walks away.

"Your all set sir." the young man says handing him his card back, but Jack motions him to keep it.

"I would also like that too." Jack states, gesturing to the item showcased in the display case corner. "Wrapped."

Turning to regard the source of Jack's interest the sales man is about to comment until he flashes on the beauty he walked in with. "Whatever you say." he answers with a straight face.



Chapter 5 - Dirtier Jobs

"I'll take this stuff upstairs and change into something more comfortable." Jack tells the girl as he starts to walk upstairs. "You could bring us some lemonade and sandwiches." Jack calls out when he reaches the top of the stairs. Not waiting for her nod of agreement he continues on to her room.

Walking into the kitchen, Bianca starts to gather the things she will need to make some sandwiches, "Let's see," Bianca says to herself, checking off items in her head as she picks them up. "we'll need cheese, pastrami and lots of Mayo and lettuce. Oh and the lemonade." Bianca finishes with an excited smile as she loads up her arms with the things she needs.

"This should do it-" Bianca says with satisfaction in her voice as she spins abound to make the food and freezes when she sees the table...

~ ~ ~

"Don't worry Bianca, this is for the best." Bianca hears her uncle say just as the thing pushes back into her mouth, deeper this time to bump against the back of her throat.

"HHHMMMmm" Bianca tries to call out but all that can be heard is a muffled groan. Blinking her eyes quickly, Bianca starts to regain her vision as the intruder backs out again. Only to resume her flailing in earnest when she sees her uncle Jack's nuts swinging back and forth as he pulls his cock out to the tip.

As Bianca's mouth opens wide to scream, Jack thrusts forward hard and is rewarded when his cock sinks all the way down her throat, his nuts smacking her in the eyes.

'This isn't happening!' Bianca thinks horrified as her 'beloved' uncle Jack begins to move in and out of her mouth faster...

~ ~ ~

"It didn't happen!" Bianca groans as her head feels like a chainsaw is going through it, causing her to grab her head and drop all the things on the floor.

Taking a deep shuddering breath, Bianca forces the painful thoughts away and notices she dropped her stuff and immediately picks the things up and puts them on the table and rushes around grabbing two glasses and the bread.

"Better." Jack states as he walks down the stairs in just a pair of black boxers.

After a brief cursory look, Jack realizes Bianca isn't in the room. "Bianca."

Hearing her uncle call her, Bianca quickly puts the items back into the refrigerator and picks up the tray of food and walks out.. and almost drops the tray when she sees what he's wearing.

"There you are." Jack greets her, seeing her look her explains his garb. "I thought we'd go swimming after lunch."

"Oh." Bianca responds relieved, though her hands start to shake and the pain begins to return to her head.

Taking the tray from her shaking hands, Jack sees the tightness around her eyes as she fights the pain. "Headache?"

"Yes." Bianca answers with a wince as she picks up her sandwich.

"Well eat your sandwich and I'll give you some more pills." Jack tells her sympathetically.

Feeling her hackles rise, Bianca searches through the pain for words to this statement and stutters, "I - I was hopin-ng t-to try t-to not take them f-for awhile."

"Why?" Jack exclaims as he digs into his sandwich.

"I don't think right when I take them." Bianca gasps as another bolt of pain hits.

"You think just fine!" Jack replies sharply, then moderates his tone when she sees her wince. "I don't like you in pain."

Seeing her hesitate he reaches out and takes her hand, "You have to give the medication time to work Bianca. It's the only way you will get better. Your current state should tell you that."

Pushing back the voice screaming in her head, Bianca nods her agreement and takes a bite of her sandwich.

"That's a good girl Bianca." Jack praises her and they finish the rest of their meal in silence.

"I'll take these into the kitchen," Jack tells the wincing girl as he takes her now empty glass from her fingers. "and I'll be back with the pills. Trust me, it's for the best."

Blinking back tears of pain Bianca's mind starts to wander.

~ ~ ~

"Trust me Bianca," Jack grunts as he flicks his hips back and forth faster...

~ ~ ~

Unnoticed, tears begin to slide down the ravishing young women's checks.

"Bianca, Bianca, Bianca." Jacks tsks, as he walks into the kitchen and sees a small puddle of lemonade on the floor. "Whatever will I do with you?"

Retrieving the pills from the cabinet, Jack refills the glass with lemonade and glances at the puddle again. Pursing his lips, Jack just shakes his head again and heads out to his niece.

Hearing the door open, Bianca hastily wipes her tears.

"The candy man is here." Jack tries to joke as he sits next to his niece.

Reaching out, Bianca takes the pills from her uncle, but can't help but try one more time. "Are you sure?"

"Yes." Jack answers immediately handing her the half filled glass of lemonade to her.

Putting the pills into her mouth, Bianca closes her eyes and swallows them down with her lemonade.

"That wasn't so hard now was it." Jack says with a tone of support in his voice as he takes her now empty glass from her hands

Blinking her eyes, Bianca starts to shake her head tentatively as the voice screaming in her head is thrown into some far corner of her head, then faster as the pain begins to recede rapidly.

"Your head clear now?" Jack asks as he cups her chin in his right hand.

"Pains gone." Bianca smiles brightly.

"You need to see something Bianca." Jack says by the kitchen door.

'When did he get up?' Bianca thinks to herself.

"What?" Bianca questions as she walk over to him and notices he has a long package in his right hand while gesturing with his left for her to go in.

"You'll see." comes the cryptic reply.

Walking into the kitchen, Bianca can't see what he's talking about until she steps into it.. literally. "Oops."

"Yeah, oops." Jack says grimly, "Your getting awfully lazy young lady."

"Lazy!" Bianca begins to say indignantly but is cut off as Jack continues on.

"Yes lazy." Jack continues gravely, setting the package onto the table as he addresses Bianca. "You've been getting away with murder around her young lady and-"

"But I.." Bianca tries to interject but just sighs and lets Jack finish.

"-it's time for you to take some responsibility young lady. Your going to clean the kitchen along with anything else I say and hopefully this," Jack states as he opens the package for Bianca to see inside. "will drive the message home."

Eyes widening in shock Bianca shakes her head in denial, "You can't be serious!"

"I'm very serious," Jack states calmly, "so serious in fact that I'm going to record the whole thing for your mother to see. That way she'll know that I'm taking good care of you."

Mouth working soundlessly, Bianca can only stare as her uncle Jack removes the contents on the table.

"You can change in here while I get the camcorder." Jack tells her as he picks up the box and walks out the door.

Gulping hard, Bianca slides the trench coat off her shoulders and onto the floor.



Five minutes later...

Jack knocks on the kitchen door with a camcorder in his right hand. "Are you decent?"

Hearing a strangled squawk from the kitchen, Jack is about to repeat his question when Bianca replies with a terse "Yes."

Walking into the kitchen, Jack is about to give her a short lecture on why it's not polite to use one word sentences when he sees Bianca in her 'uniform.'

Dressed in a traditional French maid outfit, which seems to be three sizes too small. She has on a black sleeveless bustier top that pushes her breasts together and up and covers only the bottom of her breasts leaving a hint of nipple exposed over the white lacy edge. The ensemble continues with a stiff skirt that only goes down to just cover her perfectly round ass and with five inch stiletto heels that only emphasize her incredibly long legs encased in fishnet stockings.

"Do I have to wear this?" Bianca whines taking a careful step forward in the high-heeled shoes.

"It will do." Jack says hoarsely, fighting to work moister into his mouth as he begins to adjust the camcorder.

Casting one last imploring look at her uncle, Bianca reaches out for the mop but is stopped by her uncle.

"Use the sponge." Jack demands.

"But." Bianca protests only to be cut off.

"I said use the sponge." Jack yells, making the dark haired beauty jump back and stumble in the stiletto heels. "Get on your hands and knees and clean the floor!"

Stifling a sob, Bianca gets down on her hands and knees and starts to scrub the floor with the sponge.

"Good girl." Jack says kindly, barely able to keep from gloating as he bends down to eye level with the girl filming her as she starts to scrub.

"Scrub harder." Jack orders, delighting in the way her tits shake and bounce as she increases the force of her scrubbing.

"Your doing so good honey." Jack compliments the girl when she looks up at him while scrubbing the floor, her face red with embarrassment.

"Thanks uncle Jack." Bianca huffs, trying to smile but can't manage to under these miserable conditions.

"Your very welcome, sweetie." Jack replies, his eyes glued to the small screen on the camcorder. Unbeknownst to Bianca as she scrubs hard on the floor the top of her uniform moves every so slightly down her chest.

Licking his lips, Jack leans back slightly, "Okay Bianca, that's about enough of the floor."

"Thank God." Bianca states resting her hands flat on the floor and letting her head hang down and breathing heavily from her exertions.

"Ready for more?" Jack asks with his usual calm.

"Yeah." Bianca answers lightly, lifting herself off her hands until she's sitting up on her knee's, Bianca stretches her arms out above her head smiling as her back pops slightly getting the kinks out but also popping her breasts free of there confinement.

The sight of Bianca on her knee's stretching out with a look of happy contention on her face with her breasts popping out of her top makes Jackson thank God that he is filming all of this. "It's time to dust the cupboards Bianca." Jack croaks.

"Okay." Bianca shrugs getting to her feet, causing her breasts to shake and bob on her chest completely unaware or uncaring thanks to the drugs Jack can't decide.

Moving a chair Jack helps the all but topless girl onto it and hands her a duster. "Get to it."

"Whatever you say uncle Jack" Bianca replies chiperly, as she uses the black feather duster on the top of the cupboards.

"That's it," Jack orders, the camcorder aimed at Bianca's ass in her pair of black bikini cut panties as it sways in time with her dusting. "go back and forth with it."

Swallowing, Jackson watches the back of Bianca's panties get pulled deeper in between her ass cheeks with every swing of her hips. Jack is finding it harder to film Bianca because as much as he loves filming her ass in this position he also stops to film her front as her large breasts sway back and forth with her almost maniacal cleaning.

"I'm getting tired uncle Jack." Bianca gasps.

"I think you've learned your lesson for now." Jack tells her as he puts the camcorder down. "Let me help you off there. Turn to me and-"

"WHHOAAA!!!" Bianca yells as she falls from the chair as she turned toward Jackson.

"Gotcha!" Jackson exclaims as he catches her around her by hips, her legs wrap around his waist to hold on to him by instinct and her breasts are pressed into his face while her arms are wrapped around his head as she starts to slide down his body till they are face to face with her body held up by Jackson's hands on her ass.

"Good catch!" Bianca giggles, resting her forehead on his.

"Good fall." Jack comments smiling as he presses a kiss to her mouth, his lips rubbing hers for a minute before breaking it off and setting her on her feet.

"Whoa!" Bianca exclaims as she starts to sway but grabs the chair to steady herself.

"Hey you alright?" Jack asks amused and aroused by the sight of Bianca swaying all but topless.

"Just dizzy." Bianca replies with another giggle.

"How about you go sit in the living room and I'll bring you some ice-cream?" Jackson asks smiling.

"Oakie Dokie!" Bianca giggles as she starts to stumble toward the door but is stopped by Jackson.

"I think I better help you to the coach." Jack states dryly, putting his arm around her waist and escorts her to the living room.

"Here you go." Jack announces as he sits her down on the couch and puts the camcorder on the coach in front of her.

Leaning forward, Bianca almost falls off the couch and into the coffee table.

"You should lean back." Jack suggests, forcing his eyes to stay on her face rather then her chest.

"I'm fine." Bianca grumps, "Just a little dizzy. I can.."

"You obviously can't," Jackson retorts sharply, "and to make sure you stay here." he pauses taking the remote and a different sensor out of his pocket and setting it on the table five feet away. "I'm setting this so that you can't move twenty feet away without it going off." Jack finishes and sets the remote on the table.

As Jack starts to walk to the kitchen, Bianca's eyes light up and she starts to move to the remote but is stopped by Jack's voice. "Oh by the way." Jack says without turning around, "If you get within a foot of the sensor, it will go off anyway."

"Damn." Bianca mumbles, sitting back on the coach pouting.

And pouting is how he found her when he came back in with a bowl of ice cream. "Here you are." he says sitting next to her on the couch.

"Is that butter scotch?" Bianca asks happily, her pouting fit forgotten when he nodded his agreement. "Thank You! I LOVE butter scotch!"

"I know it's why I got it for you." Jack smiles.

In her glee Bianca turns to throw her arms around him and drops the ice cream on him instead.

"DAMN IT!!" Jackson curses as the ice cream splats down his front.

"I'm sorry!" Bianca squeals getting up to get a rag to clean him up but is stopped by Jackson.

"You can't leave the room... the sensor!" Jack gasps as the cold ice cream slides down his stomach to rest on his lap.

"You have to turn it off." Bianca yelps.

"I can't reach it..." Jack growls at her as he slides down the coach so that he is more horizontal, "not without ruining your mother's leather couch, the one she got from the Zsar!"

The thought of her mother's reaction to that is all it takes. "What do I do?" Bianca cries desperately.

"I have to keep my hands at my sides to keep the ice cream from sliding down my sides but you will have to do the rest." Jack announces calmly, seeing her nod in understanding and continues, "When I lift my hips, you have to pull my boxers off."

With shaking hands, Bianca reaches out and grabs the sides of his boxers and pulls them down the moment he lifts and sets them on the coffee table. "That wasn't so difficult." Bianca tells herself then freezes up when Jack calls her name desperately.

"BIANCA!" Jack yells, getting the girls attention. "It's going down my hip!"

Lunging forward, Bianca uses her right hand to stop the flow of sticky ice cream.

"We're in trouble Bianca." Jack tells the frightened girl, "It's running down my front and down my legs and I can't move my arms!"

"What do I do?!" Bianca cries out.

"Push your arm underneath my legs so that the ice cream can't leak through." Jack explains tersely, to his beautiful niece.

Nodding in agreement Bianca pushes her left arm under his legs all the way to his hips.

"Good, Bianca." Jack says evenly, "You have to lean forward as much as you can now."

"Okay." Bianca grunts as she pulls herself forward. "Now what?"

"We don't have a rag Bianca." Jack explains, pausing to shut his eyes. "You have to lick it off my stomach."

Leaning down slightly, Bianca hesitantly licks some ice cream off his stomach.

"Not so bad now is it." Jack pants, watching Bianca's tongue lap the ice cream off his stomach. "It will go faster if you use your mouth too."

Following Jack's directions, Bianca opens her mouth and uses her lips and tongue to pull at the ice cream.

"There you go." Jack mutters, the feel of Bianca's soft full lips sucking the ice cream off his stomach is nothing short of fantastic.

After a full nine minutes, Bianca is able to clear off the lower half of his stomach and some of his left side.

The moment Bianca's mouth leaves his stomach Jack misses it. "Now the legs." he demands.

Lifting her gaze to meet his Bianca sees no relenting and leans back toward his knees

"Start on top." Jackson snaps.

Leaning down Bianca begins to lick around the tops of his legs, using long swipes of the flat of her tongue to clean the ice cream off.

"Now," Jack instructs, "I'm going to lift my right leg up. You need to lick as fast as you can when I do."

As Jack lifts his leg he bends it at the knees and rests his foot on the end of the couch.

When Jack lifts his leg the ice cream begins to move down his leg in streaks and Bianca begins to lick it up quickly before it hits the coach.

"Now the other one." Jack growls as Bianca complies and licks the ice cream off the other leg.

"Done." Bianca announces vacantly, lifting herself so she's eye level with him again.

"Not yet your not." Jack tells her coldly, flicking his eyes downward.

Not understanding what he is talking about, Bianca is about to ask when she glances down and sees his groin covered with ice cream and jerks back. "What?!"

"Use your left hand, start low at the base and work your way up." Jack orders firmly.

Eyes wide and dilated, Bianca is frozen in shock by Jackson's suggestion.

"Would you rather use your mouth some more?" Jack says impatiently, while staring at the teenager swaying in front of him; his eyes flick down to her lips covered in ice cream and feels his balls tighten at the thought of her using that glorious mouth directly on his cock.

That gets through her shock moving her into action. Reaching out, Bianca wraps her small hand around his stiff member flinching when it jumps in her grip.

"Not too hard." Jack tells her harshly, "Just rub it up and down and get the ice cream off."

"Then what?" Bianca asks, her voice quivering with anxiety.

"Then?" Jack says to himself, closing his eyes as he tries to understand what she is asking. Bianca's hand moving up and down on his dick is beyond stimulating.

"Where do I put the ice cream at?" Bianca asks

"Oh." he exclaims as it hits him what she's asking. "Just.. um....."

Seeing Jackson at a loss, Bianca looks around until her eyes freeze on her skirt. "I could use the skirt." Bianca suggests docilely.

"NO!" Jack tells her sharply before moderating his tone. "That outfit cost too much money."

Letting his eyes slip over her legs, Jack spies an answer. "Take off your panties."

"What? Why?" Bianca yelps, startled by the order.

"We'll use it as a rag." Jackson explains harshly, fighting the urge to cum as Bianca keeps up a firm pumping motion going on his cock.

"Alright." Bianca croaks, her hand leaving Jack's cock and going to her temple as a dull throbbing begins in her head. After a few seconds, Bianca moves both of her hands down and moving onto her side shrugs out of her panties.

"Good girl." Jackson whispers as he catches sight of Bianca's perfect naked ass while she slides the panties off.

Moving tentatively, Bianca uses the panties to sop up the ice cream from Jack's groin.

"Just like that." Jack tells her with a forced smile, his fists clenched at his side.

After a few seconds Bianca has all the ice cream moped up.

"Thanks kiddo." Jack says chucking her under her chin and brushing his forearm against her chest.

"Your welcome." Bianca smiles starting to stand up only to be stopped by Jack.

"WAIT!" Jack barks, leaning forward and seizing Bianca by her upper arms. "You have some on your chest."

"Where...?" Bianca mumbles confused, looking down at herself as Jack pulls her closer to him so that her knees are resting on either side of his knees.

"It must have come from my arm." Jack explains, raising his right forearm.

"Oh." Bianca blinks, then starts to squirm in his grip making her large breasts sway inches from his face. "if you let go I can..."

"You'll just spread it around." Jack counters easily, tightening his grip on her to show her he isn't kidding. "I can get it better than you can."

"But-" Bianca tries to argue weakly only to stop at a glare from the older man.

Keeping his eyes locked firmly on hers, Jack reaches down and grabs her wrists in his hands and puts them above her head. "Lace them behind your head." Jack tells her in a no nonsense tone.

"Okay." Bianca whispers softly, unnerved by the intensity in his eyes.

As soon as she complies and laces her fingers behind her head Jack puts his hands on her hips and moves her closer to him. "That's better." Jack chortles staring at the massive cleavage only two inches from his face.

Keeping his left handed planted on her right hip, Jack uses his right hand to reach up and grab a handful of hair. "Lean your head back." Jack orders, pulling slightly on her hair to get her moving stopping only when her face is staring at the ceiling and her chest now only a hairs breath from his mouth.

"It hurts, Uncle Jack." Bianca grits out between her teeth.

"It will be over soon sweetie." Jack assures her before using his grip on her hip to jerk her forward to join her breasts with his mouth.

"Uh." Bianca grunts, pain immediately begins to churn in her head like a whirlpool as her uncle begins to ravenously kiss her full round breasts.

"MMMmmm." Jack groans around a mouth full of tit as he reaches under her skirt with his left hand to grasp her naked hip.

Pain lancing in her head, Bianca can only gasp. his hands jerking Bianca's shift up over her chest

Sucking noisily on Bianca's right nipple, Jack uses his grip on her to force her hips flat against his abdomen.

Her hands balling into fists in her hair, Bianca shuts her eyes tight. You're definitely better here

Switching to her left breast, Jack sucks hard at Bianca's nipple while his right hand releases it's grip on her hair to grab her hip, his left hand begins a pumping motion on his cock.

"Pl-lease." Bianca whimpers pitifully, her head still tilted back even though Jack has released its grip. he grabs Bianca's large full breasts in his hands

Using his left hand, Jack lines up his still erect cock with Bianca's crevice and uses his right to push her hips down. Trying hard to gain entry to her body.

Tossing her head back and forth in denial, Bianca can only gasp with tears in her eyes as Jack's thick cock head slips inside of her. "Ssstoooooppp." mauling them at will

Feeling Bianca's tight cunt lips snap around his cock head Jack knows he's only seconds from cumming and begins to frantically jerk his hand up and down on the base of his cock while he begins to bite on her nipple.

~ ~ ~

Jack licks his lips as he grabs Bianca's large full breasts in his hands "Oh God!" Bianca cries, as she feels him start to cum inside of her. and squeezes and presses them in his hands; mauling them at will.

~ ~ ~

"Yes!" Jack groans, releasing Bianca's breast from his mouth as his cock relieves it's self inside of her.

Pulling his cock head out of Bianca's tight cunt, Jack runs his hands over her trembling body before grabbing her shoulders and bringing her face to face with him.

"That was very good honey." Jackson says to the tear streaked face in front of him, before leaning up and kissing her on the forehead then lower onto her lips.

'Why is he doing this?' Bianca thinks horrified, as Jack forces his tongue into her mouth.

After kissing the luscious brunette for the better part of two minutes Jack pushes her back to stare into her eyes. "You should go take a shower and then we'll go swimming." Jack says encouragingly to the busty brunette.

Not saying a word, the trembling brunette walks away trembling to the stairs. 'I wasn't crazy.' Bianca thinks as she begins to walk up the stairs. 'He really did it to me.'

Waiting for Bianca to go upstairs, (as well as watching her ass) Jack quickly shuts off the camcorder and pulls out his laptop the moment she is out of sight.

"You don't get to be DA and not learn anything about forensic science." Jack grins, as he hooks the laptop to the camcorder.

Reaching the shower, Bianca immediately discards the remains of her 'uniform' and steps inside turning the hot water on.

Standing under the hot spray feeling it hit her now sensitive breasts, Bianca begins to sob.

~ ~ ~

Take off your panties."

"What? Why?" Bianca yelps, startled by the order.

"We'll use it as a rag." Jackson explains harshly

"Please no!" Bianca cries out feeling like a sledge hammer is hitting her head.

"Good girl." Jackson whispers as he catches sight of Bianca's perfect naked ass while she slides the panties off.

Moving tentatively, Bianca uses the panties to sop up the ice cream from Jack's groin.

"WAIT!" Jack barks, leaning forward and seizing Bianca by her upper arms. "You have some on your chest."

you're definitely better here

"It hurts, Uncle Jack." Bianca grits out between her teeth.

"It will be over soon sweetie." Jack assures her before using his grip on her hip to jerk her forward to join her breasts with his mouth.

"Uh." Bianca grunts, pain immediately begins to churn in her head like a whirlpool as her uncle begins to ravenously kiss her full round breasts.

you're definitely better here

Sucking noisily on Bianca's right nipple, Jack uses his grip on her to force her hips flat against his abdomen.

you're definitely better here

~ ~ ~

"Stop. No more." Bianca whimpers sliding down the wall to rest on the floor as the water washes over her.

~ ~ ~

Using his left hand, Jack lines up his still erect cock with Bianca's crevice and uses his right to push her hips down. Trying hard to gain entry to her body.

you're definitely better here

Tossing her head back and forth in denial, Bianca can only gasp with tears in her eyes as Jack's thick cock head slips inside of her. "Ssstoooooppp."

you're definitely better here

"Oh God!" Bianca cries, as she feels him start to cum inside of her.

you're definitely better here

you're definitely better here

you're definitely better here

you're definitely better here

you're definitely better here

~ ~ ~

Bianca sits there weeping as the water begins to run cold around her.

* * *

After putting his laptop away, Jack decides to go check on his wayward niece. Whistling a tune he has forgotten the words to he walks up to the bathroom door and knocks. "You in there sweetie?" Jack calls out politely.

Hearing her uncle's voice snaps Bianca out of her stupor, and without answering she scrambles out of the shower and grabs a gaudy angel soap dispenser that her mother just loves.

Walking behind the door with her arm cocked she answers in a faux happy tone, "I'm done you can come in."

Smiling, Jack opens the door and takes a step in and sees Bianca in the mirror naked holding the dispenser behind the door. "Where did you go?" Jack asks seemingly walking into her trap before pivoting so that Bianca's blow would miss. However Bianca's weapon of choice does skim his brow as he spins away.

Her body stumbling forward by her own momentum because of the glancing blow collides with Jack's as they fall to the ground with Bianca on top.

"OWW!" Jack cries yanking the angel figurine out of Bianca's hands quickly and holding her firmly. "What the HELL do you think you're doing?! You could have KILLED ME!"

"You DESERVE IT!" Bianca cries in return struggling to free her arms from his grip.

"WHAT!" Jack demands angrily, standing up and forcing the girl to her feet as well. "You're coming with me young lady right now!"

With that said Jack drags the struggling teenager down the stairs and pushes her down on the couch. "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!!?" Jack screams at her gesturing to his bleeding forehead.

"I was protecting myself." Bianca returns angrily but not as loudly, a little frightened by the older man.

"From what?" Jack asks her dumbfounded, keeping his eyes on hers instead of her wet naked body sprawled out on the couch. "From me?"

"Yes you." Bianca shoots back, fighting back tears. "I know what you did, what you did to me here."

"What?" Jack asks confused, bending down to look her dead in the eye.

"You did things." Bianca sobs, unable to actually say the words outloud.

"Oh Bianca," Jackson sighs in understanding. "It was just another episode."

"No" Bianca denies shaking her head as he speaks forcing herself back farther into the cushions as she can.

"Whatever you think happened it was in your head." Jack tries to explain to her, as Bianca starts to shake with fury. "Bianca I-"

"YOU DID IT I KNOW YOU DID!!! YOU'VE BEEN KEEPING ME DOPED UP SO THAT YOU CAN, you can..." Bianca's rant is cut off as she fights to say the words.

"I can prove nothing happened." Jack tells her calmly.

"You're lying." Bianca tells him tonelessly, "I'll never believe anything you say ever again."

"Then don't." Jack tells her sadly, standing up and grabbing the camcorder and taking it to the television set. "Believe what you see."

Watching closely as her uncle Jack plugs three AV wires to the camcorder, Bianca grabs a cushion and uses it to partially cover herself up.

"There's nothing that-" Bianca tells him venomously before being cut off.

"Just watch." Jack tells her, frustration clear in his tone.

As Bianca is about to tell him to go to Hell Jack hits play and Bianca's eyes begins to widen....



And pouting is how he found her when he came back in with a bowl of ice cream. "Here you are." he says sitting next to her on the couch.

"Is that butter scotch?" Bianca asks happily, her pouting fit forgotten when he nodded his agreement. "Thank You! I LOVE butter scotch!"

"I know it's why I got it for you." Jack smiles.

In her glee Bianca turns to throw her arms around him and drops the ice cream on him instead.

"DAMN IT!!" Jackson curses as the ice cream splats down his front.

"I'm sorry!" Bianca squeals getting up to get a rag to clean him up but is stopped by Jackson.

"You can't leave the room... the sensor!" Jack gasps as the cold ice cream slides down his stomach to rest on his lap.

"Don't worry about it I have a couple of napkins right here." Jack reassures her using the napkins to wipe off the ice cream from his chest.

~ ~ ~

"You have to turn it off." Bianca yelps.

"I can't reach it..." Jack growls at her as he slides down the coach so that he is more horizontal, "not without ruining your mother's leather couch, the one she got from the Zsar!"

The thought of her mother's reaction to that is all it takes. "What do I do?" Bianca cries desperately.

"I have to keep my hands at my sides to keep the ice cream from sliding down my sides but you will have to do the rest." Jack announces calmly, seeing her nod in understanding and continues, "When I lift my hips, you have to pull my boxers off."

With shaking hands, Bianca reaches out and grabs the sides of his boxers and pulls them down the moment he lifts and sets them on the coffee table. "That wasn't so difficult." Bianca tells herself then freezes up when Jack calls her name desperately.

"BIANCA!" Jack yells, getting the girls attention. "It's going down my hip!"

Lunging forward, Bianca uses her right hand to stop the flow of sticky ice cream.

"We're in trouble Bianca." Jack tells the frightened girl, "It's running down my front and down my legs and I can't move my arms!"

"What do I do?!" Bianca cries out.

"Push your arm underneath my legs so that the ice cream can't leak through." Jack explains tersely, to his beautiful niece.

Nodding in agreement Bianca pushes her left arm under his legs all the way to his hips.

"Good, Bianca." Jack says evenly, "You have to lean forward as much as you can now."

"Okay." Bianca grunts as she pulls herself forward. "Now what?"

"We don't have a rag Bianca." Jack explains, pausing to shut his eyes. "You have to lick it off my stomach."

Leaning down slightly, Bianca hesitantly licks some ice cream off his stomach.

"Not so bad now is it." Jack pants, watching Bianca's tongue lap the ice cream off his stomach. "It will go faster if you use your mouth too."

Following Jack's directions, Bianca opens her mouth and uses her lips and tongue to pull at the ice cream.

"There you go." Jack mutters, the feel of Bianca's soft full lips sucking the ice cream off his stomach is nothing short of fantastic.

After a full nine minutes, Bianca is able to clear off the lower half of his stomach and some of his left side.

~ ~ ~

"It's running down my legs." Jack tells her with wide eyes. "and it's cold! I'm going to wipe it into my legs so it doesn't get all over."

"Done." Bianca announces vacantly after he finishes, lifting herself so she's eye level with him again.

~ ~ ~

The moment Bianca's mouth leaves his stomach Jack misses it. "Now the legs." he demands.

Lifting her gaze to meet his Bianca sees no relenting and leans back toward his knees

"Start on top." Jackson snaps.

Leaning down Bianca begins to lick around the tops of his legs, using long swipes of the flat of her tongue to clean the ice cream off.

"Now," Jack instructs, "I'm going to lift my right leg up. You need to lick as fast as you can when I do."

As Jack lifts his leg he bends it at the knees and rests his foot on the end of the couch.

When Jack lifts his leg the ice cream begins to move down his leg in streaks and Bianca begins to lick it up quickly before it hits the coach.

"Now the other one." Jack growls as Bianca complies and licks the ice cream off the other leg.

"Done." Bianca announces vacantly, lifting herself so she's eye level with him again.

"Not yet your not." Jack tells her coldly, flicking his eyes downward.

Not understanding what he is talking about, Bianca is about to ask when she glances down and sees his groin covered with ice cream and jerks back. "What?!"

"Use your left hand, start low at the base and work your way up." Jack orders firmly.

Eyes wide and dilated, Bianca is frozen in shock by Jackson's suggestion.

"Would you rather use your mouth some more?" Jack says impatiently, while staring at the teenager swaying in front of him; his eyes flick down to her lips covered in ice cream and feels his balls tighten at the thought of her using that glorious mouth directly on his cock.

That gets through her shock moving her into action. Reaching out, Bianca wraps her small hand around his stiff member flinching when it jumps in her grip.

"Not too hard." Jack tells her harshly, "Just rub it up and down and get the ice cream off."

"Then what?" Bianca asks, her voice quivering with anxiety.

"Then?" Jack says to himself, closing his eyes as he tries to understand what she is asking. Bianca's hand moving up and down on his dick is beyond stimulating.

"Where do I put the ice cream at?" Bianca asks

"Oh." he exclaims as it hits him what she's asking. "Just.. um....."

Seeing Jackson at a loss, Bianca looks around until her eyes freeze on her skirt. "I could use the skirt." Bianca suggests dociley.

"NO!" Jack tells her sharply before moderating his tone. "That outfit cost too much money."

Letting his eyes slip over her legs, Jack spies an answer. "Take off your panties."

"What? Why?" Bianca yelps, startled by the order.

"We'll use it as a rag." Jackson explains harshly, fighting the urge to cum as Bianca keeps up a firm pumping motion going on his cock.

"Alright." Bianca croaks, her hand leaving Jack's cock and going to her temple as a dull throbbing begins in her head. After a few seconds, Bianca moves both of her hands down and moving onto her side shrugs out of her panties.

"Good girl." Jackson whispers as he catches sight of Bianca's perfect naked ass while she slides the panties off.

Moving tentatively, Bianca uses the panties to sop up the ice cream from Jack's groin.

"Just like that." Jack tells her with a forced smile, his fists clenched at his side.

After a few seconds Bianca has all the ice cream moped up.

"Thanks kiddo." Jack says chucking her under her chin and brushing his forearm against her chest.

~ ~ ~

"WHOA!" Jack barks, leaning forward and seizing Bianca by her upper arms as she fall forward onto him.

"Are you okay Bianca." Jack asks seeing Bianca mumbling confused, looking down at herself as Jack pulls her closer to him so that her knees are resting on either side of his knees.

What is it sweetie?" Jack asks her concern written on his face as he watches Bianca stretch her arms out above her head smiling as her back pops slightly getting the kinks out but also popping her breasts free of there confinement.

"Bianca can you hear me?" Jack asks red faced by the display in front of him.

Lowering her arms, Bianca laces her fingers behind her head and leans her head back.

Getting no answer Jack puts his hands on her hips and tries to move her off of him.

"It hurts, Uncle Jack." Bianca grits out between her teeth.

Freezing at her words Jack can only watch as she moves around, almost convulsing as she mutters

"Uh." Bianca grunts and gasps pain evident in her tone.

Her hands balling into fists in her hair, Bianca shuts her eyes tight.

"Pl-lease." Bianca whimpers pitifully, her head still tilted back.

"I've got to get you to the doctor." Jack tells her tightening his grip on her hips to move her, stopping when he sees tears in her eyes.

Tossing her head back and forth in denial, Bianca can only gasp with tears in her eyes. "Ssstoooooppp."

"Oh God!" Bianca cries out in horror.

When Bianca begins to settle down, Jack grabs her by the shoulders and brings her face to face with him. Jack looks in her eyes and sees a spark of awareness then leans up and kisses her on the forehead. "You should go take a shower and then we'll go see the doctor. Jack says encouragingly to the busty brunette.

~ ~ ~

"Your welcome." Bianca smiles starting to stand up only to be stopped by Jack.

"WAIT!" Jack barks, leaning forward and seizing Bianca by her upper arms. "You have some on your chest."

"Where...?" Bianca mumbles confused, looking down at herself as Jack pulls her closer to him so that her knees are resting on either side of his knees.

"It must have come from my arm." Jack explains, raising his right forearm.

"Oh." Bianca blinks, then starts to squirm in his grip making her large breasts sway inches from his face. "if you let go I can..."

"You'll just spread it around." Jack counters easily, tightening his grip on her to show her he isn't kidding. "I can get it better than you can."

"But-" Bianca tries to argue weakly only to stop at a glare from the older man.

Keeping his eyes locked firmly on hers, Jack reaches down and grabs her wrists in his hands and puts them above her head. "Lace them behind your head." Jack tells her in a no nonsense tone.

"Okay." Bianca whispers softly, unnerved by the intensity in his eyes.

As soon as she complies and laces her fingers behind her head Jack puts his hands on her hips and moves her closer to him.

"That's better." Jack chortles staring at the massive cleavage only two inches from his face.

Keeping his left handed planted on her right hip, Jack uses his right hand to reach up and grab a handful of hair. "Lean your head back." Jack orders, pulling slightly on her hair to get her moving stopping only when her face is staring at the ceiling her and her chest now only a hairs breath from his mouth.

"It hurts, Uncle Jack." Bianca grits out between her teeth.

"It will be over soon sweetie." Jack assures her before using his grip on her hip to jerk her forward to join her breasts with his mouth.

"Uh." Bianca grunts, pain immediately begins to churn in her head like a whirlpool as her uncle begins to ravenously kiss her full round breasts.

"MMMmmm." Jack groans around a mouth full of tit as he reaches under her skirt with his left hand to grasp her naked hip.

Pain lancing in her head, Bianca can only gasp. his hands jerking Bianca's shift up over her chest

Sucking noisily on Bianca's right nipple, Jack uses his grip on her to force her hips flat against his abdomen.

Her hands balling into fists in her hair, Bianca shuts her eyes tight.

Switching to her left breast, Jack sucks hard at Bianca's nipple while his right hand releases it's grip on her hair to grab her hip, his left hand begins a pumping motion on his cock.

"Pl-lease." Bianca whimpers pitifully, her head still tilted back even though Jack has released its grip.

Using his left hand, Jack lines up his still erect cock with Bianca's crevice and uses his right to push her hips down. Trying hard to gain entry to her body.

Tossing her head back and forth in denial, Bianca can only gasp with tears in her eyes as Jack's thick cock head slips inside of her. "Ssstoooooppp."

Feeling Bianca's tight cunt lips snap around his cock head Jack knows he's only seconds from cumming and begins to frantically jerk his hand up and down on the base of his cock while he begins to bite on her nipple.

Jack licks his lips as he grabs Bianca's large full breasts in his hands "Oh God!" Bianca cries, as she feels him start to cum inside of her.

"Yes!" Jack groans, releasing Bianca's breast from his mouth as his cock relieves it's self inside of her.

Pulling his cock head out of Bianca's tight cunt, Jack runs his hands over her trembling body before grabbing her shoulders and bringing her face to face with him.

"That was very good honey." Jackson says to the tear streaked face in front of him, before leaning up and kissing her on the forehead then lower onto her lips.

'Why is he doing this?' Bianca thinks horrified, as Jack forces his tongue into her mouth.

After kissing the luscious brunette for the better part of two minutes Jack pushes her back to stare into her eyes. "You should go take a shower and then we'll go swimming." Jack says encouragingly to the busty brunette...

~ ~ ~

Watching the shaking brunette with a careful eye, Jack hits stop as Bianca begins her trek up the stairs. "Now do you understand?" Jack asks softly, turning fully to the shaking wide-eyed teenager.

"I really am crazy." Bianca whimpers, so shocked is she that Bianca lets go of the cushion.

"We'll get this fixed Bianca." Jack coaxes, scooting closer and rubbing her back soothingly.

Bianca tears up and lays her head on his shoulder.

"The doctor will make it all better." Jack whispers into her ear as his hand travels down her back to caress her ass.



Chapter 6 - Physical Therapy

Dr. Remin's office Municipal Building across town.

"Hello Mr. Montgomery and Mrs. Montgomery." a short gray haired women says to the couple who step into her office. "Have a seat and we'll get started."

The duo sits as the doctor gets out her notepad and pen.

"Now." the doctor asks taking in her patient's appearance. Wearing his customary gray charcoal suite Jack has a hand resting on Bianca's forearm, squeezing it gently. Bianca by contrast is sitting with her arms crossed wearing a white mini skirt which appears to be a size or three to small and a white version of the top that she got her hair caught on while shopping earlier in the week. "What can I do for you?"

"These hallucinations," Jack tells her hesitantly glancing at Bianca, "are getting worse."

"In what way? Dr. Remin asks with a note of concern.

"Every way." Bianca whispers, her eyes reflecting her inner turmoil.

"When did these visions start exactly?" Dr. Remin inquires genitally, "For the record."

"Four days ago." Jack answers for her, squeezing her arm again.

"Do you have any idea what the cause may be?"

"I think it's the drugs." Bianca states sullenly, shaking off Jack's hand.

"The episodes started before you started taking the pills Bianca." Jack tells Bianca but addresses the answer to the doctor.

"What makes you think it's the drugs Mrs. Montgomery?" The doctor asks Bianca with a raised eyebrow.

"Because-" Bianca starts her agitation increasing. "Because I don't like how they make me feel."

"And how is that?" She asks Bianca.

"Out of control." Bianca says softly rubbing her arms. "Like I'm not all there."

"That's because the pills are a strong pain reliever along a mild anti hallucinogen." Dr. Remin explains to the bereaved teenager. "It has been known to cause some people to have feelings of being disconnected but the pills themselves are geared toward stopping the hallucinations and in no way can they be responsible."

Seeing Bianca's lost expression Dr. Remin decides to try to explain. "The drug that you were slipped at the new years party has caused a chemical imbalance in your system that is resulting in these terrible headaches."

"However," the doctor rides over Bianca when she tries to talk. "the fact that your delusions are only increasing leads me to believe that they're not in fact caused by the imbalance and may in fact be caused by some severe emotional conflict."

"What do you mean?" Bianca asks slowly, confused.

"Has there been any changes at home?" Dr. Remin asks, "Any kind of upheaval."

"On Christmas Eve I-" Bianca swallows hard glancing at her uncle who nods to her, "I told my mother I was gay."

"Are you?" she asks Bianca calmly.

"Yes." Bianca asks irritated by the question, "Why would I lie about something like that?"

"We'll get back to that in a minute." the doctor assures her. "First I want you to describe the first episode in detail."

"What!?" Bianca demands wide eyed, turning to look at her uncle and flushing in shame. "Why?"

"I need to know what is going on in you if I am to be any help." Dr. Remin tells her firmly.

Feeling near tears, Bianca jumps slightly when her uncle kisses the top of her head. Knowing she has his support only makes this worse, cringing inside at having to divulge the sick twisted fantasy she made up in her own head and actually accused her beloved uncle of caring out.

"It happened the morning after the New Years Party." Bianca explains dully. "I woke up on the coach at my mother's house and went into the kitchen looking for some aspirin. My head was pounding when Uncle Jack walked in."

~ ~ ~

"Good morning Uncle Jack." Bianca replies wincing as her head rings with the sound of her own voice.

"You got home rather late didn't you kiddo?" Jack questions calmly as he grabs a box of cereal from a pantry and sets it on the kitchen table.

"Yeah, someone dropped me off." Bianca replies automatically, her head still spinning even though the pain has lessened and still too off kilter to risk turning around and possibly restart the throbbing in her head.

~ ~ ~

"He was grabbing some cereal from the pantry and commented on how late I was coming home."

~ ~ ~

"Uh huh." Jack says noncomittedly as he walks over to Bianca and reaching over her, grabs a bowl from the cupboard above her.

Leaning forward slightly so his body is flush with hers, Jack continues archly, "And you think it's okay for you to break curfew?"

Feeling the coarseness of the towel on her buttocks causes Bianca to blink in confusion. "No, of course not Uncle Jack I-"

"And in the company of one Greenlee Smythe." Jack cuts her off firmly, putting a hand on her shoulder to keep her in place. "A woman who you know your mother cannot stand."

~ ~ ~

"Then he walked forward and pressed himself into me." Bianca tells the doctor, shame written on her features. "It was the towel that made me jump."

"Towel?" the older woman asks, checking off on her paper.

"He just got out of the shower and had a towel wrapped around his waist." Bianca explains to her stoically. "I was wearing a pair of panties and the shift from my dress the party."

Taking a deep breath, Bianca continues her story, "He was angry that I was out so late and even more that Greenlee brought me home."

"What happened after that." the doctor asks.

"That's when things get bad." Bianca reiterates shakily, "While he was pressed up against me I felt him harden through the towel and I tried to get away."

~ ~ ~

Her uncle's hand feels as if it's burning right through her as it rests on her shoulder and she squirms slightly at his words. More than a little horrified at what he or someone else might have seen. "I didn't really-" Bianca attempts to defend herself, but Jack is on his soapbox now and will have his say.

"You don't really." Jack cuts her off harshly, his cock twitching as Bianca squirms back and forth, teasing it unknowingly. "You didn't know she was all over you. Or you didn't know she took you home."

"I-" Bianca is about to interject when she feels something hard pressing in between her ass cheeks through the towel and realizes it's her uncle's cock! 'Oh God! I have to move away from it!' she thinks frantically, pressing back harder to try to get him to move.

~ ~ ~

"Go on."

Nodding, Bianca continues her story. "He turned me around quickly and I lost my balance and he caught me. The first thing I realized was that the towel was down and he was pressed against my stomach.

~ ~ ~

Feeling her push her ass onto his dick, Jack forces down a groan and turns the girl to face him so he can look her in the eye. "Did you drink so much last night that you can't even remember which it is!"

"I don't-" Bianca begins to say but loses all sense of balance and stumbles forward into Jack.

"I gotcha." Jack tells her as he quickly reaches out and wraps his arms under her shoulders and pulls her to him. "Hold on."

Having her uncle Jack's arms around her almost makes her feel safe. Until, that is she feels something wrong down below. Shifting slightly, she feels it, his cock pressed against her stomach, the towel laying on the floor where it dropped when he caught her. A sick feeling in her stomach to match the one in her head makes her speak up. "I need to sit." she says quietly, hoping to get out of this position without incident.

~ ~ ~

"His penis?"

"Yes his penis." Bianca clarifies.

"Was he erect?"

"Yes." Bianca answers staring at the floor unwilling to look at her uncle.

"Then what happened?" Dr. Remin asks to get the session back on track.

"He- He set me on the kitchen table." Bianca says, squeezing her eyes shut at the memory. "I didn't want to be anywhere near it, his penis." Bianca qualifies her sentence afraid the doctor would ask if she didn't. "So I moved back on the table and got really dizzy again and fell back against the table."

~ ~ ~

"Okay sweetie." Jack replies kindly, lifting her up under her shoulders to sit her on the kitchen table. "Better?"

Bianca nods white faced, not trusting herself to speak because better is not the word for it. Now instead of resting on her stomach, his cock is resting right on her crotch, with him right in between her spread legs.

"I'll pour you some coffee, that should help some. All right?" Jack asks earnestly, pressing forward to kiss her cheek he pokes her again with his cock, causing ripples of disgust to flow through her.

"Okay." Bianca answers quickly, the pain in her head gone but the vertigo is still very strong and the feverishness hasn't left.

Nodding his understanding, Jackson turns to pour her a cup of coffee and as he is doing so she scoots back as fast as she can and gets hit with another dizzy spell, making her fall backward, her head hanging off the end.

~ ~ ~

"When I hit my head," Bianca tells the doctor with tears running down her cheeks. "he ran over to check on me. He asked if my neck was hurt; he was so worried."

~ ~ ~

"Hey there Bianca!" Jack calls out calmly, rushing over to her and leaving the coffee behind. "Are you okay."

Bianca tries to nod a little but it just causes spots to invade her vision.

"This is important sweetie," Jack continues still using a calm almost reasonable tone. "are you sure you didn't hurt your neck?"

~ ~ ~

"Then it happened." Bianca chokes out.

"What Bianca?" Dr. Remin asks almost eagerly. "What happened?"

"He laid my head against the back of the table and put his penis inside my mouth." Bianca cries.

~ ~ ~

Even though it nearly causes her to pass out, Bianca shakes her head no slightly, still unable to see.

"Good, Bianca, that's good." Jack states happily as he has Bianca lean her head against the folded down end of the table so her head is upside down.

As all the blood rushes to her head, Bianca closes her eyes tight as all sense of up or down is stripped from her. Taking a deep breath Bianca opens her mouth to protest, only to have her words cut off as something fills her mouth and forces her tongue down.

Panicking, Bianca flails around with her hands, desperate to find out what has happened and encounters only warm skin but calms slightly when she feels it, the thing in her mouth, withdraw.

"Don't worry Bianca, this is for the best." Bianca hears her uncle say just as the thing pushes back into her mouth, deeper this time to bump against the back of her throat.

"HHHMMMmm" Bianca tries to call out but all that can be heard is a muffled groan. Blinking her eyes quickly, Bianca starts to regain her vision as the intruder backs out again. Only to resume her flailing in earnest when she sees her uncle Jack's nuts swinging back and forth as he pulls his cock out to the tip.

As Bianca's mouth opens wide to scream, Jack thrusts forward hard and is rewarded when his cock sinks all the way down her throat, his nuts smacking her in the eyes.

'This isn't happening!' Bianca thinks horrified as her 'beloved' uncle Jack begins to move in and out of her mouth faster.

"Trust me Bianca," Jack grunts as he flicks his hips back and forth faster, enjoying how Bianca's tongue vibrates on the top of his cock as she tries to speak. "Once your mother finds out about you and Greenlee, she'll be glad I was here to show you what's right."

Her head trapped by the folded down side of the table and Jack's thrusting hips, Bianca does her best to hit at him the best she can blindly. Blind because each time he pumps into her throat his nuts smack into her face forcing her to keep her eyes closed.

~ ~ ~

"Is that all that happened Bianca?" the doctor asks after Bianca has composed herself.

"No," Bianca whimpers, her gaze pleading with her to let her stop.

"What happened Bianca?" Dr. Remin asks relentlessly.

"He lifted up my top and touched my breasts."

~ ~ ~

"Your even better at sucking cock than your mother." Jack grunts loudly, his hands jerking Bianca's shift up over her chest and exposing her breasts to his hungry gaze.

"And you're definitely better here too." Jack licks his lips as he grabs Bianca's large full breasts in his hands and squeezes and presses them in his hands; mauling them at will.

Tears form in the young brunette's eyes as she feels this new violation of her body commence.

Her breasts seem to swell in his hands, almost greedily as he squeezes them together. At this new horror, Bianca starts screaming with everything she has.

~ ~ ~

"Did he slap them around punch them, what?" the doctor asks for details

"He squeezed them together and rubbed them in his hands." Bianca tells her with as much dignity as she can.

"How did you react to that?" Dr. Remin asks calmly.

"I screamed and-" Bianca begins to say but is cut off by the doctor.

"I mean how did your body react?" she clarifies the question archly.

"My- my nipples got hard." Bianca sobs, new tears trailing down her cheeks.

"Then what happened?"

Then he finished." Bianca tells her dully.

~ ~ ~

"That's a girl! That's a GIRL!" Jack moans loudly. Unbeknownst to Bianca the vibrations that her screaming causes around his cock triggers his orgasm. Jamming his cock deep into her throat, Jack grinds his pelvis into her trying to get even deeper as he cums.

Her screams are cut off when she feels the first jet of cum splat into her throat as his dick spasms and shoots wad after sticky wad of cum deep into her throat

After what seems to be an eternity to the poor girl, he finally pulls out of her mouth and walks over to the sink.

~ ~ ~

"So he came in your mouth?" the doctor asks plainly.

Shaking her head Bianca replies crying, "He was all the way down my throat."

"How did he taste Bianca?" she asks the sobbing teenager.

"Oh God!" Bianca breaks down, burying her head in her hands.

"Doctor is this necessary?" Jack objects almost angrily.

"Yes it is." Dr. Remin replies angrily in turn. "I need to know how explicit her fantasies are."

Focusing back in on Bianca, "How did he taste?" Dr. Remin asks again in tones of steel. "Bad?"

Shaking her head, Bianca replies in a voice so low they can barely hear. "Not bad just... salty."

"When it was over what did you do?" Dr. Remin asks in a softer tone.

"He washed himself off." Bianca tells the doctor timidly, her quick changing tone and question throwing her off. "Then he got a phone call, told me he had to leave and kissed me on the forehead and told me he loved me."

~ ~ ~

The moment she is free from his grasp Bianca slides off the table and watches him warily as he runs a rag under the water and proceeds to wash his cock.

Feeling the need to scream again as she watches him clean up as if he just spilled a glass of milk, Bianca opens her mouth to do that and shuts her mouth when a phone rings.

Turning toward Bianca with a raised eyebrow and seeing only confusion Jack looks around and sees his cellphone on the counter.

With a sigh he looks at the call registry and sees it's a client calling for help. "I have to go." Shaking his head he walks over to a now cringing Bianca, and kisses her on the forehead. "I love you sweetie" he says kindly, before he walks out to get dressed.

When he leaves the room, Bianca runs to the sink and promptly throws up, dry heaving over and over as she recalls what just transpired minutes before. After her stomach has somewhat settled she goes to the fridge and opens a container of lemonade then swirls it in her mouth in an attempt to get the taste completely out of her mouth.

~ ~ ~

"And you just let him go?" the doctor ask incredulous, "After all that you said you just let him walk out the door.?

"I didn't know what to do." Bianca mumbles more to herself then the doctor.

"Do you have any idea why it's Mr. Montgomery that you keep having these fantasies about?" the doctor asks calmly.

"No." Bianca answers quickly.

"No?" the doctor repeats with a cluck of her tongue. "No reason at all for it to be him?"

"What do you want me to say?" Bianca asks tightly.

"Since you ingested the drug," Dr. Remin asks inquisitively, "have you seen anything out of the ordinary that involved your uncle?"

Flashing back to the Crystal Ball, Bianca blushes a deep red.

"Bianca?" the doctor pushes slightly.

"I did see something at the Ball." Bianca tells the doctor nervously glancing at Jackson.

Eyebrow raised, Jack regards Bianca curiously.

Seeing Jack's look, Bianca sinks into her seat and begins to talk. "After I drank the punch I fell asleep for awhile and when I woke up I heard my mother's voice calling out my uncle's name. I thought she was in trouble so I went to find her and... and I found her having sex with my uncle Jack on a table.

~ ~ ~

"Jack! Jack!" a voice calls out loudly at the far end of the room, gaining Bianca's attention.

'That was mom.' Bianca thinks to herself, knowing that for mom to call for help from her uncle that something must be terribly wrong after their recent fights. So reaching deep down, Bianca gathers her strength to stand while her vision darkens with the effort.

"I have to get to her" Bianca tells herself as she fights against the vertigo playing in her head as she forces one foot in front of the other.

"Oh God! Jack" Bianca hears her mother scream, as she approaches a group of people gathered around a table.

Eyes wide, Bianca gasps soundlessly at the sight.

Surrounded by a crowd of her friends, Erica Kane is bent over a table, her dress thrown over her back moaning and sighing as Jackson Montgomery enters her from behind again and again.

~ ~ ~

"Hmm." Dr. Remin grunts nodding writing in her notes, not noticing Bianca's increasing agitation.

"Well?" Bianca asks exasperated by the continued silence.

"It couldn't be easy being the daughter of Erica Kane can it?" Dr Remin asks soliticely.

"What does that have to do-" Bianca starts to asks but is cut off again by the good doctor.

"You've always been compared to her haven't you?" she asks Bianca in the same tone.

"Yes." Bianca answers slowly, confused by this turn.

"And you've always compared yourself to her haven't you?" Dr. Remin tells her more than asks. "And to you, you haven't always measured up."

"She's Erica Kane." Bianca says helplessly, "Who could measure up to that?"

"And that's where this 'gay' thing came from isn't it?" the doctor asks with a level look. "Since you convinced yourself that you couldn't beat her you went to a whole different class of person so that you wouldn't keep being compared to her." as Dr. Remin continues speaking Bianca shakes her head in shock. "Especially by yourself."

"That's a lie!" Bianca cries out, getting to her feet shaking.

"Of course it's not a lie." the doctor said with maddening calm. "You have been trying to separate yourself from her your entire life. From trying to burn down your house to starving yourself, but all have ended in failure."

"I don't have to listen to this." Bianca hisses at the doctor and turns to walk out the door.

"That's why you had that fantasy about your uncle Jack and you on the table." the doctor tells loudly, causing Bianca to freeze with her hand on the door handle.

"As much as you may hate it," the doctor tells her firmly, "you are your mother's daughter and deep down inside you know it. I'm convinced that it's the reason for your vivid episodes. Your subconscience is telling you the truth. That you are like her."

Bianca can only stand there and shake with anger and fear as she stares at the doctor.

"I do recommend cutting down on the medication for the rest of the day though." the doctor states looking from Bianca to Jack.

"Is that wise?" Jack asks slowly.

"She needs to be able to confront these feelings head on," Dr. Remin tells him firmly shaking his hand as he stands up.

"Until your willing to accept the truth these episodes won't stop Bianca." Dr. Remin tells Bianca, "Without the pills your headaches may return and the delusions will likely be more intense. If they become too much your uncle still has some pills left."

"It's going to be alright Bianca" Jack tells the girl as they walk back into the house, the first words that have been spoken since they left the doctor's office.

"I probably should have told you." Bianca tells Jackson, very deliberately not looking up at him. "About the Crystal Ball."

"No one was at their best that night Bianca." Jack replies with a small smile, remembering bending Erica over the desk and giving her what she was asking for; for a long time.

"Still," Bianca hesitates, "It shouldn't have happened like that."

"Maybe not, butuaahhhh." Jack yawns in mid cominseration.

"I think we should table this till tomorrow." Bianca says with a laugh, "I for one could use some sleep."

"Me too kiddo." Jack laughs, then hesitates and pulls out a bottle of pills.

"I want to try to do without them." Bianca tells him, her humor fading as she looks at the bottle.

"Okay." Jack nods, telling her it's alright. "But if you need them they'll be there."

"Thank you," Bianca smiles gratefully, "for understanding."

"Always." Jackson chuckles, getting a laugh from the raven-haired beauty.

After their laughter dies down Jack puts the pill bottle back in his pocket. "How about you go upstairs and I'll get you something to drink?" Jack asks her.

"One percent milk?" Bianca asks smiling.

"I'll even bring you a cookie." Jack tells her, laughing as he walks to the kitchen.

Shaking her head Bianca walks up the stairs.

Whistling tunelessly, Jack pours milk into two glass then pulls out the bottle of pills. "You'll get some sleep tonight kiddo."

Opening the bottle, Jack takes out two pills, opens them up and pours their contents into one glass of milk.

Replacing the pills in his pocket, Jack picks up a pack of double deluxe chocolate chip cookies and went upstairs.

"You brought cookies!" Bianca exclaims hopping up on her knees on the bed, wearing one of Jack's white dress shirts.

"What's milk without cookies?" Jack asks smiling, setting the milk on the end table by the headboard.

"Dry." Bianca smiles in return taking a long drink of her milk.

"Save some for your cookies." Jack tells her with a smirk.

"Don't you want some?" Bianca asks him, gesturing to his glass.

"I'll get some don't worry." Jack tells her climbing onto the middle of the bed and reaching across her to retrieve his milk.

"I love chocolate chip." Bianca announces with a space smile as she dips her cookie in her milk the chomps it down.

"I know you do." Jack concurs, setting down his glass of milk when he sees her polish off another third of her milk.

"I love mom too." Bianca giggles, dipping another cookie in the milk and eating it with relish.

"She's very lovable." Jack agrees, watching Bianca hold her almost empty glass in her very shaky hand.

"Yes, yes she issssSSS!" Bianca squeals, as she sits up after spilling the final swallow of milk on her shirt.

"Hold on there!" Jack tells her firmly, taking the empty glass from her and setting it on the table.

"It's cold!" Bianca yelps pulling the shirt away from her front where the milk landed.

"Let's get that off you." Jack declares gallantly, moving back to her and undoing the buttons on the shirt and taking it off the busty brunette.

"Thank you." Bianca gushes, falling back on the bed, her arms stretched out at her sides.

"Your very welcome." Jack says to her staring at the teenage beauties body before taking the shirt to the other room and dumping it in the hamper.

"That's that." Jack says outloud, walking back into the room and stops talking as he sees that she's sleeping.

Taking off his clothes, Jack climbs onto the bed and grabs his milk. "Time to have some milk."

Moving ever so carefully, Jack pours a little milk onto Bianca's breasts; causing the sleepy brunette to murmur in protest.

Leaning down, Jack starts lapping up the milk with his tongue and lightly sucking on her nipples, making them hard without her consent. Leaning up on his elbow, Jack leers down at his niece before diving back down and burying his face between her massive breasts.

The first thing that Bianca realizes is that it's hard for her to breathe.

The second, that she can't move.

She blinks her eyes open and when they do she snaps awake like a steel trap. "Oh God." Bianca wheezes, her breath forced out of her.

Straddling her chest, with his knees by her elbows and his legs pinning her arms is Jackson Montgomery. Huffing and grunting as he pushes his hips forward, shuttling his long thick cock in between her large breasts. "Fuck yes!" Jack growls, his teeth clenched in a rictus grin.

"S..t...op.." Bianca gasps out, all her breath being driven from her by Jack's forward thrusts.

"Why?" Jack grunts, looking down at the wide-eyed teenager.

"It's not real." Bianca thinks to herself, as she struggles weakly under his weight.

Reaching down Jack pinches and tweaks Bianca's already hard nipples.

"OW!" Bianca cries out in pain, the feeling of her sensitive nipples being pinched hard extremely painful.

"A girl like you needs this Bianca, you know that." Jack hisses at the horrified teenager, "You need to know what your body is good for!"

"NO!" Bianca denies sharply, her eyes filling with tears.

"It's why you keep doing it." Jack informs her with a twisted grin as his thrusts start to speed up and his grip on her breasts tighten. "It's why you wanted all those clothes to tease men with."

"Nnnooooo.." Bianca denies again, this time weaker as she closes her eyes; unable to stand to see her beloved uncle do this terrible thing to her.

"But then with Erica for a role model," Jack grunts loudly, "How could you turn out any different."

Crying hard now, Bianca can only lay there while her uncle continues to tit fuck her as he berates her for kicks.

"OH SHIT!!!!" Jackson yells, reaching out he grabs a fistful of Bianca's hair and yanks her head forward hard.

"Ouch!" Bianca yelps feeling her hair pulled hard and when she opens her eyes she realizes her mistake just a second too late as Jack shoves his cock into her mouth hard.

"DAMN!!?!" Jack yells pumping his hips fast, "You don't just love Erica. You want to be her!"

Eyes wide and locked on her uncle's gaze, Bianca knows what's coming from the furious pace the large cock raping her mouth is going.

"Fuck! FUCK ! FFFUUUUCCCCKKKKK!!" Jack screams, shooting load after thick sticky load into the young beauties mouth.

Her mouth filled with both her uncle's thick cock and an ever increasing amount of cum, Bianca quickly discovers if she wants to breathe she has to swallow and swallow quickly.

"That's a good girl Bianca." Jack coos to his teary eyed niece as she starts to drink his cum, "Erica does it the exact same way."

Bianca keeps her eyes trained on Jack's face as he pulls his cock out of her mouth and smiles down at her.

Reaching out with his other hand Jack entangles it in her hair as well and pushes his cock head against her lips. "Clean it." he orders calmly, tugging her hair slightly to show her whose boss.

Eye's empty Bianca slowly sticks out her tongue and starts to lick at the cockhead which causes more cum to emerge and ultimately go into Bianca's mouth.

"You're a natural at this sweetheart." Jack groans as Bianca's tongue curls around his cockhead like a snake and begins to go down the shaft. "Just like I told you before. You suck cock better then your mom ever could."

Tears streaming unknowingly down her face as the raven-haired beauty finishes cleaning the long shaft.

"Good dyke," Jackson gloats patting Bianca's hair before pulling back away from her mouth. "good dyke."

As Jack moves off her chest and heads towards the bathroom, Bianca doesn't even bother to turn her head. She just stares blankly ahead at the ceiling

~ ~ ~

...It's not real....

Fuck yes

...not real...

...S..t...op.... It's...

....It's... ...Why?...

...A girl like you needs this Bianca... ...It's not... ...you know that...

...You need to know what your body is good for!... ...real...

...NO!... ...it's... ...real...

...it's not... ...It's why you keep doing it... ...real...

...You don't just love Erica... ...not... ...You want to be her... ...not...

...it's not... ...Erica does it the exact same way... ...it's not...

...it's... ...Just like I told you before... not... ...You suck cock better then your mom ever could... real...

...Good dyke...

...It's not real...

...Good... ...NOT REAL... ...dyke...

...Good dyke...

~ ~ ~

"IT"S NOT REAL!" Bianca screams at the top of her lungs, her breath coming in fits and sobs.

"Bianca?" Jack calls out from the other room making Bianca jump and scramble up to a sitting position on the bed and yanks the covers around her just as Jack opens the door.

"Are you alright?" Jack asks the shaking girl as he walks in dressed in a terry cloth robe open in the front and showing the water dripping off him.

Eyes fixed on him as he walks into the room, Bianca scoots backward away from him until she hits the headboard.

Seeing her move away, Jackson lifts his hands up in a soothing gesture and stays a good two feet from her. "Did it, did it happen again Bianca?"

In a jerky nod, Bianca signals the affirmative, shifting the blanket cocoon around her.

Noticing her bare shoulder, Jack gestures to it, "Where's your shirt sweetie?" Jack asks slowly, maintaining eye contact with the girl.

"I- I spil- led milk on- n it last night." Bianca croaks, tears forming in her eyes again.

"Milk" Jack states, shooting a concerned look at the girl. "What are you talking about?"

"The milk from last night." Bianca answers, her voice a little clearer.

"Bianca..." Jack sighs, reaching down towards the side of the bed and pulls up a white dress shirt. "Is this the shirt?"

Taking the shirt with a shaky hand, Bianca looks at it and nods, "Yes."

"There's nothing on the shirt Bianca." Jackson tells her earnestly, sidling up closer to her again.

"There is," Bianca starts to deny as she looks back at the shirt, the stainless, clean shirt.

Watching as Bianca lets the shirt fall from her nervousless fingers, Jack reaches out and takes her by the shoulders and brings them face to face. "Why don't you get yourself cleaned up." he suggests slowly as he starts to pull her off the bed and out of her cocoon of covers. "We can talk about this when you're finished."

Without a word of complaint, Bianca allows herself to be guided toward the bathroom where she turns to the surprised Jackson with a mumbled, "Sorry." and wraps her arms around him in a bear hug.

"It's going to be alright." Jack tells her enfolding her in his arms, his hands rubbing up and down her bare back while he luxuriates in the feel of her body pressed tight to his.

"Thank you." Bianca says softly, pulling out of the embrace and giving him a wan smile.

Smiling in return, Jackson, kisses her on the forehead and nudges her to the shower, watching her ass bounce with each step as she walks into the bathroom.



Fifteen minutes later...

"Feeling better?" the voice makes her jump as she steps out of the bathroom dressed in only white towel.

"Yeah." Bianca smiles as she sees her uncle dressed in his usual charcoal black suit.

"Thought you could use something to drink." Jack tells her, standing up and handing her a bottle of water.

Taking the offered water, Bianca stares at it a moment before speaking. "I, I think I need the pills again."

"Are you sure?" Jack questions gently, resting his hands on her shoulder.

"Yes." Bianca replies, shivering as he stares intently into her eyes.

"If you think it's best." Jackson defers to her with a nod, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a bottle. Opening the bottle, Jackson counts out three pills and hands them to the brunette.

Staring apprehensively at the pills for a long moment, Bianca tips her head back, pushing the pills in her mouth and washes them down her throat with a large swallow of water.

As Bianca's breathing begins to even out, Jack takes the water bottle from her and sets it on the end table. "Now doesn't that feel so much better?" Jack asks her teasingly as she opens her now glassy eyes to his and smiles.

Leering at the stunning brunette, Jack tugs the towel off of her and revealing her naked body to his gaze. Bending down so that there faces are only mere inches apart, "We need to get you ready for your trip." Jack whispers, his left hand wrapping around the back of her neck, "but first" and stopping all words, Jack crushes his lips to hers, his tongue slipping into her mouth without resistance as his right hand travels down her body and squeezes her ass hard.



"FASTEN ALL SEAT BELTS!" a voice calls out loudly, causing Bianca to jump in her seat. "What?"

Looking around in astonished bewilderment, Bianca sees that she is on an airplane wearing a trench coat. "Where am I?" Bianca starts to panic.

"On the I-31 bound for New York." comes a voice behind her.

"Uncle Jack." Bianca states, relieved to see someone she knows as he walks over and takes a seat beside her. "What's going on?"

"I thought it would do you some good to get out of the house for awhile." Jack explains and continues when she nods, "After everything that has happened I thought it was the prudent thing to do. Seeing how all the episodes seem to happen in the house."

Swallowing hard as her latest 'episode' flashes through her head. Bianca nods again in agreement.

"You must not have gotten much sleep last night because you fell asleep on the way over to the airport and even through the take off." Jackson tells her with a leer as he remembers why her sleep wasn't exactly sound. "I did however get us reservations at a club at the Del Rey in Manhattan. Everyone I've asked about it has spoken highly of the place."

"What's it like?" Bianca asks, eager to be diverted from her thoughts of the past.

"Oh it has a large dining hall right below the club itself," Jack explains with a smirk. "It's completely insulated so that you can't hear the music from the club above which has some note worthy bands."

Picturing it in her mind, Bianca is brought out of her ruminations when the plane gives small jerk as the landing gear hits the runway. Instinctively she reaches over and takes his hand.

Smirking at the brunette's trusting gesture, Jack leans over to nuzzle her ear and whisper. "Everything will be much better now Bianca, I promise."

Bianca only smiles in reply her eyes half shut.



A short cab ride later and the duo arrive at a building that goes up to at least twenty stories.

"It's huge!" Bianca exclaims, eyes wide as she steps out of the cab while Jackson pays the driver.

"It is." Jack agrees wrapping his arm around her waist and escorting her to the door.

Feeling extremely uncomfortable with her uncle's arm around her, Bianca jumps away and looks around hastily. "What about our bags!?" Bianca sputters, gesturing to the retreating cab.

"I had our things moved here from the airport." Jackson assures her with a amused grin, knowing what she is doing.

"Oh." Jack's answer takes the wind from her sails, "Umm.."

"Maybe we should go inside." Jack tells her with a smile not too far from laughter on his face.

Her face flaming red, Bianca can only nod her head mortified by her actions yet again.

"Shall we?" Jack asks her in a teasing tone holding out his arm.

Grateful for the save, Bianca loops her arm through his with a smile and together they walk through the revolving door at the entrance.

Walking into the lobby, Jackson registers them at the desk when the bellhop arrives.

"Luggage sir?" an older man with solid gray hair asks in a traditional bellhop uniform asks politely.

"We had ours forwarded to the hotel ahead of us." Jack responds equally politely as he moves behind Bianca and pulls her trench coat off of her. A move that surprises the bellhop as well as Bianca herself. "You can take this up to our room however." Jack finishes handing him the trench coat and putting his arm around her shoulders with a proprietaire aire.

After a heartbeat of silence the bell hop regards the young women who stares uncertainly up at Jack then puts the trench coat over his arm and nods. "Very good sir."

When the bell hop walks out of hearing range Bianca opens her mouth to say something about the casual way he handled her but the words freeze in her throat when his hand moves down off her shoulders to the middle of her back: her bare back.

Bianca's eyes go wide as her gaze travels down her body. Wearing a pearl gray form fitting dress that reaches her ankles, Bianca's gaze fixes on the plunging neckline of the dress that goes all the way to the top of her breasts. "What, how?"

Propelling the flabbergasted teen forward, Jack turns to her when they reach the elevator. "Is something wrong?"

"Is something wrong!?" Bianca repeats to him furiously, his calm maddening to her. "I look like a pin up girl!"

"You picked it." Jack defends himself, his grin growing as he remembers getting her into it.

"I- I picked this.." Bianca states stunned, jumping when the elevator doors open with a bing.

"Yes, you wouldn't take no for an answer." Jack tells her as he pulls her into the elevator with him.

Seeing Bianca's still stupefied look, Jack shakes his head in annoyance as the doors close behind them. "I didn't get a chance to see it because you put that trench coat on before you came out." Turning to the panel, Jack hits floor five then turns back to Bianca with an aggrieved expression. "I trusted you enough to dress yourself, was I wrong?"

Taken aback by his words, Bianca shakes her head in negation. "No..." she gestures vaguely to herself, "I just wasn't expecting... it's fine."

"It might be a little risqué in Pine Valley." Jack concedes with a nod, "But in New York you'll fit right in."

Keeping her doubts to herself Bianca blinks when the doors open and a dimly lit room is brought into view. A stage is set at the far end of the tightly packed room where Martin Grech is singing his song 'Unholy' as the people undulate in a sinuous pattern on the floor dancing.

"I told you, you would fit right in didn't I?" Jack asks grabbing her hand and leading her into the throng.

The further into the crowd they go the denser it is until Bianca can't even see her uncle anymore and clutches his hand in a death grip. "Uncle Jack-" Bianca starts to say breathlessly, claustrophobia starting to set in when she is cut off by a hand grabbing her ass. "Hey!" she jumps slightly looking around but unable to tell who touched her; unable to tell one person from the other in the dark room.

Moving forward, hoping that Jackson knows where they're going Bianca jumps as a hand sides under her arm and cups her breast briefly. "Who did that!" Bianca yells, her voice drowned out by the music and crowd so close that she can't even turn to see who accosted her. Her fear only grows when she feels a hand on her ass and another running up her back.

"Stop!" Bianca cries tears streaming down her face as a new hand reaches out and grabs her breast, sobbing she knocks the hand off her chest but another takes it's place as she is dragged forward. "Please st-top..." Bianca calls out one last time to her faceless molesters as she focuses all her efforts to getting out of the crowd and forgoes and more attempts to stop them knowing it's useless.

Getting no more resistance the hands on her body get more bold, reaching under her butt to grab her crotch and pulling at her dress to get to her bare tits. Just as it seems that they are about to succeed and strip the poor teenager, the pair breaks out of the crowd causing Bianca to stumble into Jackson.

"I gotcha." Jack says as he steadies her on her feet, taking in her disheveled appearance. 'Welcome to New York.' he thinks to himself making no attempt to fix her dress which has been stretched tight over her large round breasts.

Grabbing a hold of her uncle's jacket, Bianca takes in several shuddering breaths. As her nerves calm slightly, Bianca realizes they are at some sort of bar and that Jackson is pressing a tall glass of some unknown type into her hands. Not needing any prompting, Bianca downs the drink furiously gasping at the burn it leaves in her throat.

Watching Bianca guzzle down the liquor, Jack motions for another full glass. "Here you go." he tells her solicitously taking the empty glass and handing her the full one which she takes without question.

"That's better isn't it?" Jack asks her as she drinks down the second glass.

Bianca nods as the strong alcohol hits her system hard her face starting to turn flush. "What is it?" she asks her voice now raspy.

"Fruit juice mixed with a pinch of vodka." Jack tells her with a grin, "Nothing you shouldn't be able to handle."

"I could use another." Bianca says hopefully, lifting her empty glass.

Jack gestures for more from the bartender who raises his eyebrow then shrugs and picks up the now half empty bottle of vodka.



Five minutes later...

"Fruit juice is good." Bianca states with a giggle, as they walk onto the dance floor.

Not bothering to even acknowledge her statement, Jack pulls her into him from behind as they start to dance. Wrapping his hands around her waist as he begins a swaying rhythm. "You smell nice." Jack whispers in her ear, nibbling it from time to time.

"Thanks." Bianca slurs, a buzzing in her head starting up.

Moving down to her neck, Jack begins to kiss it lightly as he grinds his crotch into her oh so enticing ass.

The buzzing noise increases in volume drowning out everything else to the point where she is barely aware of her surroundings not to mention Jack's hard on pressing against her ass.

"Nice." Jack mutters in her ears as his right hand travels up her side to run across her breasts.

The buzzing starts to warble in her head now almost recognizable.

Replacing his hand on her hip, Jack's grinding evolves into dry humping of the teen's hot ass as he starts to suck harder and harder on her neck.

'Something... is... wrong.' the warble's message comes through and Bianca falls to her knees as the world goes off kilter.

Angry at the interruption of his fun, Jack grabs Bianca by the arms and none to gently pulls her up face to face with him. "What." Jack growls, staring into her eyes.

"Something's wrong." Bianca answers softly, her legs shaky and only holding her up because of Jack's steadying grasp.

"You can say that again." Jack says with a twisted smile and pulls her fully into him.

As her balance returns, Bianca begins to feel very uncomfortable in the tight embrace. "This is too close." she says into his ear, struggling weakly.

"If we're not close you won't be able to hear me now will you?" Jack retorts firmly, his hands moving up and down her back more in a gesture of ownership then comfort that makes her visibly uncomfortable.

"Maybe we should go." Bianca says slightly panicked.

"We just got here." Jack protests hotly in her ear. "Relax. Your mom would have a blast if she were here."

"I'm not her." Bianca tells him, shuddering at the feel of his breath on her neck.

"No kidding," Jack mutters, "after all-"

"After all, what?" Bianca asks after Jack stops talking.

"Bianca.." Jack sigh pulling back slightly to regard her and shaking his head sadly. "We both know your mother isn't-"

"What about mom?" Bianca asks fearfully.

"Just let it go kiddo." Jack says tiredly before heading back toward the bar.

"Wait." Bianca calls out and follows him unsteadily into the thankfully much less dense crowded area.

Stopping at the bar, Jackson lets out a long-suffering sigh and turns to the stumbling girl.

"Wha- what about mom?" Bianca asks her speech disjointed by a combination of fear and alcohol.

"You don't really believe she's on a business trip do you?" Jack asks sympathetically, reaching out to cup her face in his hands.

"But you said?" Bianca asks needily.

"I said that she was away doing business and she is but," Jackson stops and steps closer so only she can hear. "She's doing Enchantment business, all of it. She's moved all the pertinent files and personnel out of Pine Valley and sent to her abroad so that she doesn't have to come back."

"Bu- t why?" Bianca asks tearfully, "Why wo- ould she leaves us?"

After a moments silence Jack smoothes away her tears with his thumbs. "Don't you know?" he replies in tones of deep sadness.

"She woul" Bianca chokes off the words as Jackson turns to the bartender unable to say it outloud.

"She wouldn't what?" Jack asks as he turns back around and hands her another tall glass filled with 'fruit juice'. "She wouldn't just leave. You know better than that Bianca, after all she left you alone on Christmas Eve didn't she?"

Taking the glass in both hands, Bianca drinks it quickly ignoring the burn it causes as she takes in what he's saying.

As Bianca finishes the glass off, Jackson dry washes his face then grabs her by the arm. "We shouldn't talk about this here."

Nodding dumbly, Bianca allows herself to be led into the elevator.

Pushing the button for their floor Jack turns toward Bianca and almost angry look playing about his features. "We both know what you did Bianca. We should drop this, now."

"It wasn't my fault." Bianca tries to deny but Jack is having none of it.

"We both know why you did it." Jack tells her intently staring into her eyes, "You were selfish and you wanted to hurt her and you did now let it go."

"I didn't want to hurt her." Bianca denies with fresh tears rolling down her cheeks. "Why are you saying this?"

"Bianca I don't know why you wanted to hurt her." Jackson continues as if she hasn't spoken, "Maybe you blame her for you not being there when your father died. I just don't know."

"I don't blame her for-" Bianca tries to say but is cut off as Jack talks over her.

"I do know it's the reason she left you behind." Jack tells her ruthlessly, as the elevator door opens and pulls her out by the arm.

"You're hurting me." Bianca yelps as he drags her to their room.

"She left because she couldn't stand the sight of you." Jack finishes harshly cutting her off like an ax as he opens the door and pushes her inside. "You went from her beautiful daughter to a freak she couldn't wait to get away from."

"No." Bianca whispers as she follows him deeper into the suite to the bedroom.

"If you weren't gay she would be here right now Bianca!" Jack yells rounding on the poor shivering girl. "You don't even want her to come back do you?"

"Yes I do!" Bianca cries out, pain and guilt etched into her face.

"Then you need to stop," Jack whispers walking up to her and bending to speak into her ear. "You need to stop being gay and you can have your mother back."

Leaning back so he is eye level with the wide-eyed stricken girl, Jackson smiles kindly. "I think it's time for you to take a nap Bianca and sleep off the alcohol, okay."

After a moment, Jack walks behind her and slides the straps of the dress off her shoulders and letting the dress fall to the floor.

"That's better." Jack says softly, his eyes following the trail of the dress down her bare back over her tight round ass.

Moving mechanically, Bianca crawls onto the bed and lays on her side shivering minutely.

Smirking, Jack quietly walks back to the entrance to the suite and puts the 'DO NOT DISTURB' sign up. Turning around, Jack chuckles softly and starts to take off his tie as he walks back to the bedroom.

Walking slowly, Jack dispenses with the last of his clothes as he peaks into the room and sees Bianca hasn't moved from her position on the bed. Taking a second to leer at the nude brunette Jack feels his cock jump to immediate attention before he walks over to the bed and climbing onto it opposite of where Bianca is facing.

Kneeling over the girls shivering body, Jackson grabs her right foot and pulls it up and to him, spreading open Bianca's long toned legs and forcing the girl onto her back. Seeing the girls shocked gaze on him he smiles gently and takes off Bianca high heeled shoe and pushes her leg all the way to the left, spreading her thighs completely open before reaching down and taking off
her other shoe.

Staring down at the now naked raven-haired beauty completely open and exposed is almost unbearably hot and Jack slowly lowers his body down over the girl and kisses her deeply on the lips softly at first then demandingly.

"HWwHTTT" Bianca exclaims her hands hitting Jack on the shoulders, splayed legs kicking outward.

"That was nice." Jack murmurs softly staring into Bianca's shocked, now very alert eyes.

"W- wh hat- are you do- ing?" Bianca squeals as Jack stops kissing her and lifts off her a little, his right hand moving between them to position his dick at her pussy.

"Guess." Jack grunts as he pushes his hips down hard burying two inches inside of Bianca's tight sheath.

"OWWW!" Bianca cries out, her head tossing side to side on the pillow while she tries to push him off her with her hands on his shoulders. "It HURTS!! Please don't!"

"So tight." Jackson groans, the hot grasp of Bianca's cunt unbelievable as he sinks fully into her depths.

"OHH GGGOOODDD!! STOPPPPPP!!" Bianca cries out in pain as Jack's cock stretches her cunt beyond anything she ever dreamed of.

"Yes." Jack growls resting on top of the flailing brunette with his head resting in between her shoulder and neck, just enjoying the tightness grasping his cock

"Please get off." Bianca begs him, digging her nails into his shoulders when he grinds his hips into hers, trying to get more fully inside her.

Bianca's words are cut off when Jack starts to whisper into her ear. "I'm not really here you know." he says softly, "Just like all the other times. You just haven't learned yet."

"Learned what?" Bianca pants, her mind racing at the serial conversation.

"How to give in." Jack answers, "You need to stop being gay so your mother can come back."

Closing her eyes, Bianca stops kicking and stops digging her fingernails into Jackson's shoulders.

Smiling at Bianca's surrender, Jack reaches down and grabs Bianca's right leg and lifts it up. "Wrap your legs around me." Jack orders huskily.

Breath hitching in her throat, Bianca wraps her long smooth legs around Jackson's hips with her legs crossing at the ankles and meeting at his ass.

"Good girl." Jack congratulates her hoarsely, his balls tightening reflexively from the feel of Bianca wrapped around him. After a full minute Jack slowly backs out of the sexy teenager all the way to the tip of his cock.

Bianca feels immense relief as Jack withdrawals his thick cock from inside of her. The feeling is premature as Jackson lunges forward with everything he has, beginning to fuck the busty brunette hard.

"UHH... Not, not so hard!" Bianca groans as the huge fuck stick begins to give her cunt a workout.

"Hard is good." Jack grunts savagely in her ear as he begins a fast punishing rhythm his nuts slapping her ass with each stroke.

"AHhh. please.." Bianca whimpers as Jack lifts up on his knees to stare down on her while he continues to fuck her hard.

Ignoring Bianca's pleas completely, Jack's eyes fix on Bianca's huge tits bouncing around on her chest as he gives the little bitch what she needs. Licking his lips at the sight, he reaches down and grabs a tit in each hand and starts squeezing them hard and releasing in the same harsh rhythm his cock is moving in her cunt.

Bianca chokes back a sob at the treatment her sensitive breasts are receiving, seeing the look in her uncle's eyes she knows he is beyond listening to her now. All she can do is ride it out.

"Good fuck." Jack growls staring into the wide-eyed teenage beauty as he reaches between them and starts to stroke her clit with his index finger.

"Oh God." Bianca whispers as her body begins to spark at the contact between his finger and her clit as he continues to fuck her hard.

"Let it happen." Jack grits out increasing his pace as he sees Bianca start to tense up with arousal.

"No oh no nonononononon." Bianca starts to chant, not believing this is happening to her like this.

"It's going to happen." Jack tells her harshly, determined to hold back until he's made her cum with his cock buried in her. Bending his head down Jack takes her left nipple into his mouth and sucks noisily while his tongue runs all over it.

"NO! NOOO!! NNNNOOOOOO!!!!!" Bianca cries out her legs tightening involuntarily around Jack's hips as he pounds away at her.

Feeling his control about to desert him, Jack takes her clit between his thumb and forefinger, rubbing and pinching it lightly.

"PLLEEAASSEEEEE NNNNNOOOOOOOOO!!!!" Bianca screams as her back arches pressing her breast more fully into his mouth and her legs quiver with the strength of their grip and she cums around Jack's large pumping cock.

"TAKE IT BIANNNCCCCAAAA!!!" Jack roars out as he feels her climax and he can hold back no longer releasing load after load as he thrusts frantically into the brunette teen.

Her body shuddering violently with the after effects of her first boy/girl fucking, Bianca's legs loosen their grip and fall off Jack's hips as his thrusts slow and finally stop.

Lifting his body off the shaking girl, Jackson scoots up toward her head so that his cock is posed in front of her lips.

Looking up into his eyes, Bianca already know what is expected and without a sound opens her lips so that he could slide his cock home.

The End of Part 1.

    

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