Sadistically Blind

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The virus came fast; so fast no one had a name for it, but The Virus. That said more for it than anything else. The Virus, at first, was just transmitted through the skin, but some hand washing and you were safe. Then it mutated. It became air borne. The scientists created vaccines, but it kept mutating. The vaccines weren't created fast enough with the evolving Virus. Billions of people died. Whole countries were wiped out. Everyone was sick or dying until the ultimate cure was found. It weakened the virus and gave your body a fighting chance, but that was all it was: a chance. You could still die or if your body was strong enough could live. Your chances were 50/50, but that was good enough.

Victoria, or Tori took that chance. She was just diagnosed with the Virus and she could take the risky vaccine. She depleted her life savings, sold her house, car, everything to afford the vaccine. 3 shots and she was in a hospital fighting for her life. When she awoke she was told she was Virus free. She had won, but she couldn't see. The virus had stolen her eyes.

Now destitute with literally no money to live on, no friends (the Virus took them), and no family Tori was forced to go home. She had received a letter in the mail while she was in the hospitable wishing her luck. It seemed she still had some family alive and wanting her to come to them if she lived. This was the time for family to stick together. Granted that side of her family was mixed and diverse with all races and creed living together Tori was happy she had a place to call home.

It was hard trying to live when you were used to seeing everything. Tori wore sunglasses usually and had a black walking cane with a faux gem at the top. She rarely used it correctly. She used it more to make sure she wasn't about 2 inches from running into a wall. Besides there wasn't a lot of people and the few that thought she was an easy target learned she could swing her cane hard as hell. It was true. Her other senses did evol. She could hear better, and smell better. That didn't mean some nights she cried for her lost vision.

Tori finally made it to her family's home. She knew it was more of a mansion having remembered coming to stay a summer or two when she was younger. She stepped off the bus that had kindly driven out of it's way to take her to her doorstep. She made it to the stairs and unsure, knocked 3 times before she let herself in.

"Hello? Aunt Gertrude? Uncle Max?" It was eerily silent. Had she come too early or too late? Where was the family. She was under the impression there was at least a half dozen family members here. "Hello?"

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It was his second year in prison when the first of the virus news started spreading, then a few months later it was an epidemic. Mostly everyone in the prison got infected and died a miserable painful death. He was one of the few lucky people with unexplained natural immunity to that cursed virus. Not only that, he was one of the people to directly and indirectly benefit from it. On one hand, the outbreak crumbled the world’s order, and that crumbling, of course, carried over to the prison where people started dying everyday. In a few weeks, mostly everyone was dead leaving only one guard and five prisoners. Alfred was one of those prisoners.

The guard struggled to keep the five prisoners in check. It, being a maximum security prison, was filled with the nastiest scumbag of the earth; serial killers, murderers, robbers, rapists and every scum in between. As time went by the guard started to lose his patience and his mind. Having to keep an eye on one of the most dangerous men in the world was taking its toll on his mind. Alfred was a rapist, serial killer, and a total psychopath. He was insane, but at the same time ridiculously intelligent. It only took a few days to get that last guard close to losing his mind, dropping his guard for a short moment which Alfred did not waste as he grabbed him to force him to open the door.

The guard had no intention of letting him go, so he just pulled the gun out, shot his foot, and then the other one, and then asked again, the guard refused of course. At that point, he shot his knee and then the other as he held his neck through the thick bars. He knew the guard had the keys on him and he could just take them easily. That he did and then he emptied the clip in some random spots on the poor guard’s body. He did not flinch as he took that life, in fact he was smiling and happy during the whole thing.

Alfred unlocked the key to his cell and then grinned at the other prisoners as they begged him to release them. They were nasty men, but nowhere near as nasty as he was, but to their surprise he unlocked the cells for them, receiving the odd ‘thank you’ from them as hope sprang in their eyes at the possibility of being out in the world again especially in its current state being way better to live in for criminals. Their hope and thoughts were short-lived as he shot all four of them in the back while he laughed having been more than a year since his last murder.

It was one of the prisoners that had remarked on his style of murder. He had killed each of his four dozen people in different ways, all of them female, and all of them young and raped and tortured before he had killed them. That prisoner didn’t live long as he killed him in an imaginative way in the prison, a way he hadn’t tried before, he threw him inside the huge laundry machine and prevented any of the other prisoners from getting him out till the guards were alerted and they came finding it a little too late and finding a huge evil grin on his face. He had to spend a long amount of time in a solitary cell for that, but he didn’t care, he had murdered again and that was more than enough for him.

He had travelled for some time looking for a place to live, no order meant the strong took what they wish and he wanted a large mansion. He looked for days before finding a large mansion. He stood in front of it and then kicked the door, it was barricaded. Apparently people were starting to get worried from this lack of order and would barricade themselves in for protection. He liked that mansion and wanted it and he knew barricading a large mansion that has multiple entry points must be hard, so he went to the least used door that leads to the basement, and managed to sneak in and then inside the house.

Inside he found an old lady and her son, clearly they weren’t happy to see him, but boy he was so glad. The woman was in her late forties and the boy was in his early twenties. The boy had to defend his mother but ended up dead in a matter of seconds. The woman wasn’t as lucky as he raped and tortured her for months before his abuse ended her life when he kept her head underwater a little longer than he should. He was frustrated, but couldn’t do much besides hunt for a new girl. That was easier said than done in such a world. His search got him nothing; he did run into a few guys which he disposed of in a variety of ways, but didn’t have any luck with finding a female to keep him warm at night and to target his abuse at.

A few days after he nearly gave up on the whole thing, he heard a knock on the door and was surprised, pillagers don’t usually knock, they just try to force their way in and he was no expecting no visitors. He had a chuckle at the state the world was in, on one hand a lot of people had to cling to society and you could see some busses and taxis going around, usually with the driver heavily armed and with at least one bodyguard to help him survive, they no longer taxed money though, but food and oil in exchange for driving people around.

He looked from a high window in the mansion and saw a small girl standing in front of his door calling for her aunt and uncle, the image of the lady chocking in the tub came to mind as he rushed down to open the door. He could see her black glasses and cane, so blind and probably wouldn’t know if he were her uncle or not, and the virus is the perfect excuse as to why he’s the only one left alive. So many thoughts went into his head as he removed the barricading wooden bars, readied a shotgun in case it was a trap, and then opened the door.

“Hello my dear “ As he said that, he shot his hand through and pulled the small girl inside, locking the door and barricading again as he explained “I am your uncle Max, I am sorry you have to excuse me for pulling you in roughly like this, but you know the state the world is in right now, so one can’t be too careful”.

He looked at the innocent and pretty little girl standing in his mansion and thinks of all the possible fun he can have with her, also making a mental note to take it easy with her so she doesn’t die and he will be left with no flesh to abuse.

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Tori rubbed her arm as she found her footing on the slick floor. She only had the one bag, sad if you think of all the possessions she had once owned, and dropped it to the floor. Tori wasn't delusional about how the world had evolved she just hadn't been in it. She had came from a wealthy city, in a well guarded and protected hospital. She was told there was mayhem out there, but everyone she encountered had been nice and caring. From her Uncle's voice it seemed it was a bit more brutal out here in the country.

"Yes, I'm sure the local sheriff drives by to check on everyone right?" Oh how little Tori knew of the situation. She did remember that the nearest town was a good 10 miles away and the nearest neighbor about half that distance. Still she was with family and thinking of family ... "Uncle Max where is everyone else? I thought there was at least 6 people here?" Tori strained her ears trying to hear when it occurred to her what happened. "Oh no! Did ... the Virus ... I ... came too ... is ... everyone?" She couldn't finish her sentence at the horror of having missed a chance to rekindle with relatives she hadn't seen since childhood.

Tori shook her head at the horrible news and started unbuttoning her jacket. She folded it over her arm, picked up her bag, and used her cane to help balance herself. "I'm so sorry. So terribly sorry. At least we still have eachother Uncle Max." Tori didn't want to sound insensitive to the situation, but she had traveled non-stop and she wanted to rest. "I hate to sound callous, but is there a room for me so I can put down my belongings. I want to walk the house and learn it so I don't run into walls."

Tori took off her sunglasses and turned to where she could hear her Uncle breathing. She wasn't sure of his reaction, but she wanted him to get used to her eyes. She wasn't planning on shielding them here in her home and if they got out the awkwardness now, maybe they can and will be comfortable with each other. "Will you lead me?" Tori held out her arm waiting to see if he would take it. She still had her cane so she wouldn't run into any walls or trip on any stairs or anything like that.

Alfred looked at her small body, she was young and gorgeous. In his eyes, she was even more attractive because of being blind. He almost jumped on her and raped her on the spot, but the chance of toying with her heart and emotions and slowly have her learn the truth was far too exciting to just jump to abusing her immediately, she wasn't going anywhere.

He knew the mansion was almost a fortress, he had guns, and he knew how to use them unlike most of the 'outlaws' and 'pillagers' and other people who merely found guns but don't the have the skill to use them effectively or the will to kill. He, on the other hand, had more than enough of both.

He looked at her small bag, imagining the lingerie and stuff she might have there, or she might not have any of the like, in which case he had more than enough of all that to put her in different sexy clothing daily, but for now he decided to play the loving uncle.

Her remark about the sheriff made him laugh despite his best effort not to. He had to quickly think up a reason for the hearty laugh as he sighed and took a deep breath hoping she will buy it "There are no sheriffs anymore my dear. Most organizations fell, and while some areas like your hospital were heavily protected as the last working medical facility in the area, there is no police or order"..... He paused to look into her face to see her reaction "I survived by barricading the mansion and having a gun at hand at every moment in case someone manages to sneak in.... Even now I have a shotgun in hand" .... To emphasize his point, he cocked the shotgun in a sound that was music to his ears, but probably not so much to hers.

Moving to answer her question, he forced out a sad sigh, that sounded very convincing despite the grin that formed on his lips as soon as he let it out "Yes my dear girl, they weren't lucky enough to survive that cursed virus. I miss them so much, especially your aunt" ..... He grinned as he definitely missed the old, but pretty, lady that was his last sex toy.

He watched her as she took off her jacket showing her actual frame, even smaller than with the jacket on, oh how tasty did she look, but he had to exercise his powers of restraint and let the poor girl live some days of fake peace just so the emotional blow is even bigger when she learns the truth. "Yes of course, I am so glad you came here, I needed some normal human being with me".

Listening to her, and then looking directly into her eyes as she removes her sunglasses, her deep grey eyes looking very innocent and captivating, he almost purrs, but knows her hearing is probably heightened since she lost eyesight, so he just grinned at the thought of robbing her of that other sense making her completely helpless. Oh the crazy ideas in his psychotic head at that moment. He just shakes his head.

As he saw her extend her small hand and ask to be lead, he grinned and reached over, took the bag gently from her hand and took the jacket from her as well "let me have those my dear" ..... He then held her upper arm gently and guided her inside "yes I will show you to your room, I will give you the one right across the hall from me, so if you're scared at night or anything its just a straight walk from your bed to my room.... It sometimes gets scary at night" .... He knew most of the pillagers attacked at night, so there would be gunshots, and knocking and so on which should be more effective on a little blind girl who had very strong hearing.

He walked with her up the stairs to the second floor, guiding her small frame gently through the house "after you put your bag and rest a little, I can walk you around the house... Will let you walk alone and just tell you what's around you if you want" .... As he said that, they reached the bed, at that moment he wrapped one arm around her waist and put her bag and jacket down, his now-free hand holding her waist and sitting her gently on the bed..... He then removes his arms from around her so that she doesn't think he's a pervert already.

Tori let her Uncle take her belongings before he took her arm. She smiled and nodded at his generosity of giving her a room close to his. For the first few months she knew it was going to be hard to get used to this house let alone being blind. It wasn't like she had been blind long. She was still trying to get used to the stupid freaking cane, which she let trail behind them. She was supposed to be counting or mentally marking the steps from the foyer to the stairs; which she forgot to do.

She stumbled a bit on the steps. She wasn't prepared for the first one and even less for the second. Her Uncle didn't know he would have to tell her these things until she got accustomed to this and she felt bitterness at the loss of her sight. She didn't let it show on her face as he spoke. It was the little things like that that had her cursing the virus and wanting to scream. Tori's head perked up when he explained he would walk with her. She smiled and could feel tears burn her eyes. So he might have known what she was feeling or she was just being vulnerable. It didn't matter that was priceless to her right now. "Yes, please I would like that as soon as I get to my room and change clothes."

She was settled on the bed. Tori strained. He was so quiet. She couldn't tell if he had left or not, but she assumed not. "Thank you. I'm just going to change clothes and I'll meet you outside my bedroom door." She stood up and haltingly made her way to the door without the use of her cane. This did mean she was walking more or less with her hands out in front of her. She bid her Uncle farewell once more and closed the door. She was pretty sure he was on the other side and started getting undress.

Tori removed her white shirt and bra. She massaged her breasts hating the confines of the bra. She placed them on her nightstand and went to the bed. She felt around with her hands wondering just how far off she was from her bags. She finally had to get on her hands and knees and feel around. She wasn't too far off. She grabbed her bag and opened it. She pulled out clothes deciding she'll find drawers for them later. "I should have asked Max to tell me what's in this room? And where? Good job Victoria. Kick the man out and only know where the freaking bed is." Tori sighed.

Tori finally found a shirt she liked. It was a heavy sweater and she was sure it would cover her unbound breasts. She put it on and pulled off her long woolen skirt, exchanging it for a pair of jeans. She felt more at ease. "Okay, so I guess blind people are super organized. How do I find all this shit again," her voice was filled with a tinge of pity and despair. She squared her shoulders and pushed everything back into the bag. She placed the bag on the foot of the bed. "Clothes are in the bag. Bag is on the bed. Not hard."

Tori thought she heard a creak behind her and she spun around. She couldn't see anything so she just listened. It was a full 20 seconds before she laughed at herself. "Old house Tori. This house is going to constantly creak. Okay so ..." Tori placed her hand on the bed feeling the edge. "The bed is here. The door is ... about 5 feet angled this way," Tori walked the path. She stopped held out her hand and almost screamed with glee when her hand touched the door. She slid her hand down to touch the knob and turned it. She took a step out.

"Uncle Max?"

He looked at the little girl sitting on the bed; it was obvious she didn’t know whether he had left or not. Of course he had no intention of leaving as he said “Alright, take your time my dear” …. He pretended to walk ahead of her when in fact he just moved slightly to the side, watching her closely, stepping out of her way as she made her way to the door and closed it. He grinned as he was inside with his pretty captive almost undressing.

His eyes were fixed on her hands as they moved to her white shirt, and then bra removing them both unintentionally showing herself to him topless. He almost jumped on her and groped her breasts, her chest looked delicious and very inviting, and it was a long time since he last tasted or abused nipples, but he was very careful to hold his ground and just watch silently. He was a serial killer after all, and being silent was one of the skills he had mastered long ago.

Alfred kept his eyes on the small girl as she moved her small hands to rub her tender breasts, apparently hurting from being trapped by the bra. He raised his eyebrow as she knelt in front of the bed and crawled on her hands and knees looking for the bag he had intentionally placed at the farthest spot from the door, but still near the bed so she doesn’t suspect anything, and just wanting to give her a little challenge when she looks for it after she kicks him out. His eyes followed her small breasts as they wiggled around suspended and looking really inviting as she crawled to finally find her bag. He listened as she mentioned his name without ‘uncle’ ahead of it and was surprised wondering what she’s thinking as she also mentioned kicking him out. He was having a fun time as he realized she wasn’t very good at acting without her eyes showing her the way. She still wasn’t used to it apparently

Watching her as she chose her article of clothing, he frowned at her choice, a heavy sweater barely shows any skin, even with no bra on, it’s too thick to show off her nipples. Controlling his emotions was getting harder than he thought. He was then granted only a few seconds of her creamy white legs forcing him to lick his lips.

“Jeans? Great, she might as well just wear her jacket again, at least this should show her ass a little better than the skirt did” He thought as he decided to make sure the house is very warm so she would be more inclined to wear clothing that covered a little bit less and maybe move around barefoot. He needed her to show him some skin or he would have a harder time controlling himself.

He almost laughed at her remark to herself, and decided that watching her while standing silent close to her should reveal some more hints as to how her personality works and how to abuse her properly. He was standing perfectly still for the last few minutes but the damned wooden floor underneath his boots had to make a creaking sound. He almost cursed as he stood perfectly still and prepared to sneak out of that spot if she moved in his direction. He even stopped his breathing for a minute to make sure her strong hearing sense doesn’t pick up anything.

His tongue moved out to lick his lips as his silence made her nervousness disappear; she must have some form of trust for her uncle even as mostly a total stranger she didn’t see since she was ten. He didn’t know any of her memories from her uncle and thus needed a good way to extract them, and see how to use them against her in the coming days.

He stood perfectly skill in her room as she moved to the door, opened it to look outside. ‘Damn, now what?’ He thought as she was standing on the doorstep and no way he could sneak out with her in the way, so he just waited for her to move away from the door.

Tori took another step and another. She couldn't hear her Uncle Max. Maybe he went to his own room. She turned as though she was going to get her cane, but hated the damn thing. She felt like an invalid without it, but she hadn't walking about with her arms stretched out in front of her too. She sighed and took a step towards where she hoped was Uncle Max's door. She had her arms only slightly out and walked forward cautioiusly. "Uncle Max," she called again as she walked. Her hands hit a door and she breathed a sigh of relief. It was 10 steps to the other side and was literally across the hall. She knocked, but there was no answer. Maybe he went downstairs for a quick second.

"Okay, Tori. Let's go exploring." Tori counted to 5 as she walked hoping she was in the middle of the hallway. She started to walk very slowly as she felt for the stairs. She kept walking and she placed a foot in front of her. No matter how she tried she had missed the first step. She started to go down, but her snatched her hand out and caught the rail. She managed not to fall and stop her momentum. "Thank goodness for sports and especially gymnastics." She laughed to herself and to prove it she pulled with her arms only raising her upper half off the floor before she was able to right herself. She still wasn't sure how many steps to the stairs, but that was forgotten as she walked down the stairs.

"UNCLE MAX!" She called louder wondering where he was.

Alfred stood behind the girl, looking her up and down, her ass looking particularly inviting in those tight jeans. He had to hold back from moving his hand and smacking that ass hard, but there should be a time for that later after he had played with her emotions long enough.

He watched as she moved to his room, knocked and apparently got no reply. He almost laughed as she said "Okay, Tori. Let's go exploring." He smirked and quickly moved to the bathroom across the hall, opened the hot water faucet and then quickly went back to follow her as she was moving very slowly and the stairs were a bit far, so that gave him plenty of time to get the water running.

He followed her during her exploration. Moments later she was approaching the staircase and he was interested to see whether she would trip or not. He had to hold back a laugh as she almost plummeted down those stairs. He then realized it wasn't funny. "Oh fuck, if she falls down and dies, I am gonna end up with no toys". He held no value for human life, but he did need a new slave, and if Tori ended up dead on one of the many stairs in the mansion he would be left to dry.

At that thought he rushed to her, and she could surely hear him as he ran down the stairs after her. In a moment she felt his strong arm wrap around her slender waist while his other arm went under her knees and he scooped her up in his arms and climbed up the stairs carrying her small body in his strong arms and he began scolding her "Didn't I tell you I will take you on a tour around the house?!!! I noticed you slipped down and almost fell down the stairs and, God forbid died, or got hurt badly, and as you know we're not exactly in a civilized society anymore, so you will not go exploring again without my permission or me being with you until I make sure you have memorized the house, or at least the areas you will go to most".

His voice was strong and commanding. He surely didn't give a damn about her, but he needed her in one piece to be able to have fun with her. He carried her back to her room and put her back on her feet at her doorstep "we're back at your doorstep, and now you have to take a bath as you had a long trip. After that bath, I will take you on a tour down to the kitchen and living room, and will walk back with you as many times as you want till you memorize the path. We can then try other areas of the house till you get comfortable at walking alone"

Playing the nice and caring uncle wasn't really easy, but it was surely fun, as he tried to speak in a nice caring voice, while his face was twisted in an evil grin and he was barely holding back his laughter.

He wrapped one arm around her waist and took her hand with his free hand and guided her the other way in the corridor to the bathroom "The bathroom you will use is on the same side of your room around twenty steps to the left, my room is ten steps right across the..." He paused for a short moment "hall from your room". His face cringed as he shouldn't know how many steps she would take from her room to his unless he was watching her when she left her room as his step is definitely longer. He tried to fix it "I think you should count from your room to mine to make sure, I just guessed that number". A normal person might stutter a little, but Alfred's nerves were made of steel and that didn't phase him, worst that could happen is her figuring out he isn't her uncle, and that would only make her suffering start earlier.

He guided her to the bathroom, pointed her at the various things she would need, soap, shampoo, a large fluffy towel. He took her hand and guided her to the tub, dipping her soft fingers in the water "Is it good?" He then looked at her as she nodded "I was preparing your bath when you were changing, but you were so impatient and went exploring on your own, but its ok, I guess you were scared". With that he planted a kiss on her forehead and pretended to leave the bathroom. He had not intention of leaving and wanted to watch her bathe. If he can't rape her then he should at the very least see her naked.

Tori had began walking down the stairs when she was scooped up. She clutched at the shoulders stifling a scream when she heard her Uncle's voice. Tori laughed at her Uncle's words. "I could have slipped, but I stopped myself. I made sure to grab the banister and not get killed. Though it's sweet you care you don't have to carry me. I'm a big girl." She giggled. The words made her sound like a little girl and after everything she went through this was nice. She snuggled into the crook of his arm enjoying the feel of being cared for and really cared about. The hospital staff cared for her in a clinical sense and before that she didn't have a boyfriend. Hell, she had a crush, but the virus scared everyone into hiding. This was nice. To have someone truly care about her. "Thank you," she whispered not sure if he heard or knew what she was thanking him for.

"A bath sounds lovely. I was wondering what the noise was. I should have known it was running water." A person who had been blind for a long period of time might have recognized that. Tori was still trying to remember what things were without seeing them. She thought it was odd that her Uncle knew the steps from her room to his or to the bathroom and her forehead crinkled with the thought. Than she smiled. Her uncle cared about her. Of course he had probably started counting in his head to help her along wanting to make this a smooth and easy transition. He even stated as much when he guessed at the number. She smiled even wider.

He escorted her to the bathroom and his guess was pretty good. She would have to remember 20 to pee and 10 for safety, but she'll make up a little rhyme to help her remember where things are. She thanked her uncle and heard him walk out of the bathroom before closing the door. She rearranged a few items so that it was easier for her to remember separating the shampoo and conditioner by putting them on different shelves on the bathtub. She turned off the water and checked it again. It was hot, but she liked it like that.

Tori peeled off her sweater and let it fall to the ground. Her breasts bounced, but they were perky so they jiggled just a bit. She unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down tan caramel legs and kicked them next to her sweater. She did the same with her panties revealing a small tuft of hair at the apex of her thighs before she lifted one foot to go into the tub. That's when she felt it. A sixth sense like she wasn't alone. She looked over her shoulder staring straight ahead, but of course she couldn't see anything. "Hello," she called not sure why. No one was there, but she had a feeling she was being watch. "Don't tell me this place is haunted," she laughed to herself though the laugh was hallow. She tilted her head listening trying to hear anything.

With a shrug she placed her foot in the hot water and moaned. It felt wonderful. She continued on into the tub and relaxed into it. It felt good the water going to her chest. She leaned back and the water came to her chin. This felt so good. She must have stayed that way for 20 minutes before the water was beginning to get cool. Tori reached for a washcloth and soap and began lathering her body when she went between her legs. She moaned and it had been forever since she had touched herself there or anyone had touched her there. She leaned back and let her fingers explore a little more before she blushed and stopped. It was her first day here and she was getting all frisky and inappropriate. There will be time for that later. Tori continued bathing and rinsed herself off.

Emptying the tub she reached for her towel and began drying off. She sat on the ledge drying her arms and legs and staying just a little too long on her aching needy pussy. She finally was dry and picked up her dirty clothes before opening the door. She thought she had brushed some clothing, but when she went to touch it again her hand closed on air. She shook her head and counted to herself the steps to her room. "What to wear? It is warmer in the house, maybe a nice dress." Tori was feeling her clothes remembering them from memory. She kept thinking the dresses were too short and they were barely covering her nether regions. She thought she had a more appropriate dress somewhere in her bag.

Albert chuckled as she said she was a big girl and then contrasted that by giggling like a little girl "No you're my little girl from now on and I will carry you like this when I want, no objections" He was enjoying the feel of her small body in his arms and then grinned as she thanked him "Oh you're getting the wrong idea my dear" He thought to himself as he put her back down on her feet.

He watched her face as she seemed deep in thought. "Did I blow my cover that fast? Impossible!!! Am I losing my skills???" He then saw her smile and his lips curved wide on one side and then wider as she smiled wider. It seemed she found some explanation as to why he knows the number of steps, but at the same time he wanted her to start doubting him little by little and made a mental note to do some little mess ups like this one often. He wanted her to start doubting before he would actually tell her he wasn't her uncle and the only thing he needs from her is that pretty young body for use and abuse.

Alfred stood in the corner farthest from the tub and watched her get ready to bathe in the tub where he had accidentally choked her aunt to death. He shook his head, if he wasn't careless and that woman would have been still alive, he could have forced some girl on girl action and watched, but that was no longer a possibility unless he somehow got another girl, which was also almost as impossible as getting her aunt back to life.

He watched her strip from his little corner. Her body presented in its full glory. He had a view of her naked body, her breasts now looking even better than before, and her slit looking rather delicious and inviting, and again he had to mentally and physically hold himself back from jumping on her. For a sex fiend like him, not having sex for a long time was having its toll on him, but playing the nice uncle was way too much fun to just waste it. He froze and held his breath as she looked over her shoulder. Her empty grey eyes stared right at him. It was almost scary that her eyes could pinpoint his location as he thought "What the fuck? I didn't make any sound!". Of course he didn't respond to her "Hello" and then he had to put his hand on his mouth to not laugh when she mentioned the place being haunted thinking he was there so it was indeed haunted.

Watching her sitting in the tub for twenty minutes was boring as her body was more or less covered by water and soap. He had come close to her and tried to look through the water but didn't see much. He went back to the corner and waited until she started washing her soft body. He grinned as she reached her nether area and moaned, it was obvious she hadn't played with herself for sometime, maybe since she lost her sight or maybe earlier. He smirked as she blushed wondering what she was shy about. For all she knew she was supposed to be alone meaning she had no reason to blush.

Things were getting interesting again as the water was drained and her body came into view again, only to be covered by the large towel. He hated himself for giving her such a large towel, but a smaller one might draw her suspicions and so he watched as she dried off and wrapped the towel around herself. She then moved a little fast, not giving him enough time to move far from the door, so he had to stay between the door and the wall in a small space. He glued his back to the wall, but still her fingertips brushed his elbow for less than a moment and he then slid out of the way knowing her hand will come back to feel what was there, and of course he was no longer there. He thought she must be starting to build some suspicions by now, but not nearly enough for her to doubt him.

He followed her to her room as her cute little feet counted twenty steps to her room and then he walked in after her to see what she was going to wear. He then moved back to the door, knocked politely and then entered. She turned around while she was checking her dresses and he wrapped his arms around her and took her into a tight hug "Looking refreshed and smelling nice my dear. Did you enjoy the bath?" He ruffled her wet smooth hair, and then patted her hair gently "Don't wear shoes inside my dear, I don't want to dirty the carpets and then have to clean them, so stay barefoot, its warm I assure you".

He then kissed her forehead and pretended to leave the room but he just stood at the doorstep to watch her get dressed "I will be in my room till you get dressed, so I give you a tour" He then realized she will surely close the door and he won't be able to get to his room before she does, so he regretfully had to leave and went to his room thinking of a way to be able to watch her without actually being in the room. He considered cameras, changing parts of the wooden door to glass or plastic so he can watch while being on the other side. He sat in his room and thought as he waited for her to get dressed.

There was a knock on the door and Tori barely had time to wrap the towel around her body before she heard the door being opened. Tori made a mental note to lock her door when she was in it. She didn't want to be rude, but she didn't want anyone just walking in on her either. She still valued her privacy. She tried not to let the exasperation show on her face as her Uncle spoke and tried to give her fatherly advice. The hug startled her a bit, but she returned it. She almost forgot that he must have been alone for a long time watching his (well hers too) family die one by one while he was spared for some reason. She returned the hug trying not to be so quick to anger.

"Yes, I love the bath thank you." Tori wasn't sure if she should try to separate herself from the hug. "Oh, okay," Tori managed to say from under his arm in reply to his comment about the shoes. She would just put on some wooly socks which means maybe the dress thing wasn't the best idea. Hmmm maybe a pair of shorts. Yes, until she could find some more fitting clothes. She was after all not in the city anymore and would have to adapt her clothing style.

Tori followed him to her door and nodded before she closed it. She dug through her bag and pulled out some clothes. She knew that a majority of her clothing was blue, black, and white. Therefore she didn't have to worry about mismatched clothing. She found a pair of black shorts that were just a tad too short on her lithe frame. She pulled on a gauzy shirt hoping it was black. It was white and slightly see through. The pointed tips of her nipples were clearly seen.

She brushed out her hair and put it up in a pony tail before she applied lotion to her legs and put on thick socks. She opened her door and took a step out. "Uncle Max?" This felt familiar. De ja vu. She laughed to herself and counted out loud to 20 and knocked on her Uncle Max's door not sure if he was in his room.

She waited a moment, but the downstairs beckoned her. "I did this before. I think it was 15 and 1/2 feet." Tori turned towards the stairs and slowly counted. Whens he got to 15 she stared down at the stairs. She couldn't see anything, but she could picture the stair right there, beckoning her to fall and break her neck like her Uncle feared. She inched her foot forward and felt her toes hit air. She smiled and took a step down. She went down counting 18 steps before she was on the landing. Smiling she turned and went back up the steps. She counted 15 to her door and then went back to her Uncle Max's door. Feeling triumphant and she was ready for the tour of the house.

Alfred waited patiently in his room while his girl changed clothes in her bedroom wondering what she will end up wearing. Shortly after that, he heard a knock on his door and he walked to the door and opened it. He saw she was walking towards the stairs and shook his head at her behavior. He quickly walked after her to make sure to catch her if she falls, but it was too late as she had reached the stairs already and began going down with no problems and then up again.

He watched as she climbed back up and to his room. She simply looked gorgeous wearing those short shorts showing most of her long slender legs. The white see-through top clearly showed the tips of her nipples hidden behind the soft fabric of her top. He didn't like that she was wearing socks as her small bare feet looked really cute.

Taking a deep breath, he talked in a strong stern tone as he took hold of her upper arm "What do you think you're doing young lady? Didn't I clearly order you to not move around on your own till you're comfortable and had memorized the house? Are you really trying to hurt yourself?" He gripped her upper arm tightly, almost painfully, and pulled her back into her room forcing her to sit down on the bed and continue scolding her "Your parents probably forgot to teach you to follow the rules of the house you're in, so you will be grounded in your room for an hour for being reckless and not following my orders."

With that he set the alarm timer for an hour and a half later "When the alarm rings, you will come to my room and apologize. If you take one step outside your room before the hour passes, you will be grounded all day." He took her chin in his hands to look in her eyes which he knew can't see anything "Do I make myself clear girl?"

He let go of her chin and went outside. He turned around and looked at her "I am dead serious. If you're going to live in this house, you will have to respect its rules". He was grinning wide as he scolded her. He loved the feeling of authority over her, and was looking forward where the authority from respect turns to authority from fear and terror. Playing the very strict, but caring and loving uncle proved to be a real joy in his sick mind.

He went downstairs to look in the basement for some cameras and glass so he works on her room and bathroom. He wanted to watch her every movement even without being there using the cameras and replacing some of the wood in both doors with glass. He grinned as he looked in the store room for what he needs, thinking he might need to have her fall asleep so he can do that noisy stuff without her noticing. He decided to drug her later.

Tori was shocked. She was a grown woman. She was almost 23 year old. She started to laugh, but realized he wasn't joking. He was very serious. Hell, even said as much. Tori sat there for a moment listening to him rant with a puzzled expression on her face. What the hell? She wasn't a child and she wasn't going to be grounded over liberties and freedom. Yes, she went exploring, but supposedly this was her home too so she could go wherever she wanted except perhaps his bedroom. Tori shook her head and went to the timer and pushed buttons until she heard it stop ticking.

Tori sighed and went to her door. She opened it and counted the 15 1/2 to the stairs and walked down. She wasn't sure where she was at. She turned to her left and could feel a change of the floor under her socks, but not sure what. She pulled off her socks and felt it was carpet. She kept walking and bumped into a coffee table. She rubbed her shin and placed her hands on the table feeling a remote. She snatched it and walked around the table letting her hand trail on it so she could feel the edge. There should be a couch or chair or something around here. Sure enough she felt something plush brush her legs. She sat down and pressed the upper left button. That's a common spot for the power button and she was right. She heard the tv come on. Tori put the remote down and sat back listening to it, but looking like she was watching tv.

Tori wasn't sure what she was watching. She figured it was movie after 10 minutes and no commercials which answered her original question that there were still tv programming on. It seemed like a horror movie where a woman was scared and being forced to do things she didn't want to do. There was a scary man who took great pleasure in the older woman's discomfort and pain. The man's voice sounded familiar but Tori couldn't place it. She was still trying to figure out how she knew that voice when she heard her Uncle come up the stairs.

Tori turned and stared at her Uncle. It hit her. "This man sounds like you, but meaner and scarier." She figured he would be upset at her, but she was going to let him know early on that she was not to be treated differently, because she just can't see. "I'm not a child Uncle Max. I know you want to protect me, but know I'm an adult. I do not need lectures or stifling of my freedom. I will go where I need or want with or without you. If you still want to show me the house I will be most appreciative. If not than I will explore on my own." She wasn't asking. She was stating and she turned back to the tv.

Alfred heard her laughing and raised his eyebrow thinking she is going in the direction in getting into way too much trouble if she carried on with that attitude and he would have none of that. Giving freedom and liberties were never his strong suites. He took what he wanted and when he wanted and this case would be no exception.

Amused, he watched as she played with the clock fiddling with its couple buttons until it stopped ticking. She then ignored his rules, walked outside and went down the stairs. He walked after her without a word, just wanting to see what she was going to do. He was surprisingly calm and not angry at all. Learning to control his feelings was one of his strongest suites, and her little attitude wasn’t going to change that.

He watched as she showed her cute little feet again and smirked as he watched her continue to walk till she found the remote control and then the couch. She sat down to watch a movie. He snickered as the word ‘watch’ went through his mind. He just watched as she watched one of the tapes he took of him raping her late aunt. He had taken a lot of them and used to watch them as masturbation material after he killed her. He raised his eyebrow and grinned as she said the man sounds like him. He nodded telling her it was him. Of course she couldn’t see the nod and thus wouldn’t get the confession.

"I'm not a child Uncle Max. I know you want to protect me, but know I'm an adult. I do not need lectures or stifling of my freedom. I will go where I need or want with or without you. If you still want to show me the house I will be most appreciative. If not than I will explore on my own."

At those words he figured enough was enough. His hand moved to the remote and he turned it off not wanting her to figure out its him yet and then he slapped her cheek hard with a force that stunned her and forced her head to move all the way to the side and then he quickly followed through with a strong backhand to her other cheek that stunned her with its force. Her soft tender cheeks turned red instantly, and before she had time to register the pain or protest, he grabbed her arm and pulled her firmly off of the chair and forced her to walk behind him.

“You have been very disrespectful, and that’s not acceptable. If you don’t want to be a good girl willingly and obey the rules I give in my own house, you have the choice of leaving and best of luck on the outside, or if you stay, you will be disciplined into being obedient, and I will start by giving you a second chance and not throw you outside immediately” His voice was stern and was now almost identical to the voice that was on TV, his grip on her arm was strong and painful as he guided her through the house.

He pulled her inside a room and forced her to sit on a chair. It was a leather chair in an empty room he used to put her aunt in for long periods of time when he didn’t want to use her. The chair was mostly for him to sit on it when he came back for her and would usually force her to give him a blowjob. “I will lock the door and be back in two hours when I will hear whether you are going to be a good girl or leave the house. The time of grounding has been doubled since you misbehaved.”

Without another word, he left the room and locked the door. Of course he had no intention of letting her leave and regardless of her choice; she would be forced to stay inside the house whether she wants to or not. He left her in the room and went to the basement again. He fetched the same cameras he used to watch and tape her aunt, some glass and some tools and then went to upstairs to work on her room and bathroom.

He installed four cameras in her room in the four corners, and another four in her bathroom. He then went to work on the doors cutting around a fifth of the wood and replacing it with glass. He closed the doors and the view the glass provided was very good and very clear. The tub had no curtain and the combination of the cameras and the glass would allow him a clear view of whatever was happening in her room or bathroom.

He grinned wide as the two hours were almost over and he went down the stairs and unlocked the door. He walked in and hugged her gently and tightly to see what she decided, but treat her nicely this time “I am sorry that I had to put you in this situation dear, and sorry that I slapped you, but rules and behaving are very important to me and I refuse to allow anyone to not follow my rules inside my house.” His voice was really apologetic and full of regret for mistreating her. He didn’t realize he could be such a good actor and manipulate his voice and fake emotions like that.

Tori hadn't seen it coming. How could she? The first slap shocked her more than hurt. She was still processing what happened when she was slapped again and this time pain registered. She cupped her face in both hands as tears watered in her eyes. He hit her? Her caramel cheeks felt hot and she knew they were probably red and possibly bruised from the force of his slaps. He pulled her from the couch and she had to move her legs fast or fall and be dragged behind him. His words thundered in her ears and she found herself slipping twice on the steps as she couldn't tell they were at the stairs when he pulled her up and she hadn't been counting so she slipped when they were done with the stairs. He didn't seem to care and kept dragging her forward until she was in her room again. Or she thought she was. She didn't remember there being a leather chair in her room. "Where .. where are we?"

She wasn't sure if he heard her or if her question was asked too low under his next lecture. She stayed in the chair the tears spilling down her cheeks. She raised her legs and wrapped her arms around them. Her Uncle was too strict for her. She was an adult and should go wherever she chose whenever she chose. This wouldn't be the case here. No she had to leave.

Tori was just thinking of how she could survive when the door opened and her Uncle was back. She was stiff upon his entering and hug. "I will not live here. I will leave." She got up and somehow, maybe from the smell of her own perfume on her clothes, made it to her room. She scooped piles of her clothes and threw them into her lone bag. "You said I could leave, well I chose to leave."

She didn't even put on her jacket. She did force her feet into her shoes as she walked down the stairs, had to catch herself 4 times from falling and killing herself, and stomped towards where she thought the door was. Took her 5 minutes to find it as she barely remembered the steps they had taken just earlier that day. She flung open the door and walked down the porch heading whoever where. She walked for 15 minutes before the cold finally registered in her mind. Her body was shaking and shivering. She pulled on her jacket and heard someone step on a branch.

"Well, well what do we have here?"

Tori jumped, but raised her head in the direction of the voice. "Leave me alone. I'm none of your concern."

The voice seemed to smile. "Can't see huh," the voice was now coming from the other direction. "Which means you can't identify nothing."

That scared the shit out of her. She knew he intended to rape her. He stepped on another branch and Tori threw her bag at him before running back the way she had came screaming her Uncle's name.

Alfred was taking the role of a strict and over-protective uncle role to an extreme as he slapped her and locked her in the empty room. The line between psycho and over-protective was getting real blurry for him as he hugged her and then heard her say "I will not live here. I will leave."

He was surprised she had the courage to actually decide leaving his house, and facing the equally-cruel outside world, was a good idea. He watched her as she went to her room, gathered her clothes in a haste and announced she was leaving "You said I could leave, well I chose to leave."

Faced with her determination, he chose not to try and stop her and let her see what she was getting herself into. The area was probably filled with bandits and slave traders anyway, and if not he can easily change his voice and assault her as one of those. In which case she would be forced to accept him when he saves her from himself or from whatever unlucky soul that might be lurking outside.

Watching her put her jacket and shoes on, he grinned widely and was amazed at how she looked with her face flushed in a mixture of anger and the bruises caused by his slaps. He followed her as she barely made it down the stairs and looked for the door for a good five minutes before finding it.

She was putting on a show that a psychopath like him was definitely enjoying. He pulled out his sniper rifle and revolver from the gun rack near the door and walked after her maintaining a large distance between them. He knew the area very well by now and knew how to walk so he won't be spotted by anyone, but it was clear she was walking in the open and anyone looking into the area would see her as a tasty target even before knowing she was blind which would surely make her even more appealing.

He kept his distance as he saw a slave trader approach her and he heard his remark "Well, well what do we have here?" Alfred grinned and thought to himself "we have an unlucky idiot trying to take my prey and is about to get a sniper's bullet between the eyes." He shook his head at the thought and continued his train of thought "you don't come between a hunter and his prey and expect to get out of it unharmed."

Watching from a distance smirking as he watched Tori trying to get out of the hairy situation she found herself in and he almost laughed at her remark "Leave me alone. I'm none of your concern" and thought "Yeah right he'll leave you alone, she has no idea how rare it is to come across a young girl like herself walking around like that unprotected."

He watched as the man circled her, and Alfred readied his sniper rifle to scope the area as its not common for slave traders to travel alone, his partner must be somewhere close by. He kept looking as he heard the man's remark "Can't see huh," the voice was now coming from the other direction. "Which means you can't identify nothing."

"You bet she can't, but you won't live long enough to enjoy her body, but do get a feel in while I find and silence your partner or partners." He thought as he continued scoping the area. He was an experienced sniper and would hit a moving target from half a mile without missing. He grinned as he saw the partner pulling a girl behind him "now this is my lucky day." He thought as he saw that girl and then he saw Tori running back in his direction calling his name.

He grinned as she barely took a few steps before the man caught her and pulled her to him "Where do you think you're going little slave? Yes you heard me slave. I bet you''ll fetch a good sum of cash, but not before I check that delicious little body of yours."

Hearing those words, Alfred pulled the trigger once and then again, the first bullet hit the partner between the eyes and the second hit the girl's lower leg. He grinned as his silenced sniper rifle hit its marks without fail like it always had. The man was dead instantly and the injured girl fell down. He knew she wasn't going anywhere now that a bullet rested in her leg. He would pick her up after 'rescuing' his girl.

Tori was in trouble as the man was tearing her blouse. His teeth locked on her neck and his arm wrapped around her back and the other arm groped her ass roughly. Alfred watched him play with her, but had no intention to let him strip her naked as he took aim and watched as the man forced her to turn around, wrapping one arm tightly around her waist, his other hand went to her chest and fondled her now-bare breasts as she was wearing no bra underneath the blouse.

At that point Alfred got jealous and his trigger-happy nature got the best of him as another bullet shot through the man's brain, dropping him dead instantly. He immediately rushed to his girl and scooped her up in his arms. Her small body was shaking and her blouse was torn showing her breasts. Her chest was heaving as she breathed hard and fast. He almost ran back to his house, not really to save Tori, but to be the first to get to that girl and take her home. Fortune was smiling upon him, two girls in one day, what could possibly go wrong?

He entered his house quickly and laid Tori on the sofa and he patted her cheek gently "Stay here, I will check the vicinity to make sure no one is still around, those slave traders usually travel in packs. I will lock the door and keep you safe don't worry my dear."

With those words, he rushed back outside to claim the other girl for himself and heal her before she bleeds out or someone else gets to her before he does.

Tori hadn't gone a step before the man caught her and dragged her back to him. His words infiltrated her brain and she screamed in terror at them. She heard a wooshing noise, but couldn't associate it with anything as she didn't know what it was. Instead she kept fighting against her attacker trying to gain some sort of leverage. She heard her blouse tear and then the man was all over her. She hadn't been touched in month and his attempts weren't doing much for her. She screamed again and he laughed at her and yelled with her.

"No one's going to hear you, slave." Tori knew that wasn't true. Her uncle would hear her and help her... right? Please. Oh gawd what if she had burned the only savior she had. Tori was full out crying now as she was whipped around causing her to get dizzy and groped with little passion to if it hurt her or not or if she wanted it.

Tori screamed and she felt the man's hold on her loosen. She stopped screaming and stumbled half bent at the waist as she tried to comprehend what happened. Than a miracle happened. Her Uncle was there carrying her. He saved her. How she wasn't sure and didn't want to know. She was safe in his arms, in the house, and on the couch where she had so recently been defiant.

"Okay. And Uncle Max," she managed to get out between sobs. "Thank you."

Tori heard the door open and close as he went to make sure their home was safe. Maybe she had been too hasty. This was obviously not like the big hospital. This was much worse. She would listen to her Uncle rules. Besides he was just trying to keep her safe. Tori made a promise to herself to follow all her Uncle's rule no matter how she felt. She didn't want to go back out there. It was dangerous, scary, and ... Tori sat up as her thoughts came to a pounding realization. She touched her breasts at first testing the bruises and pain before one hand enveloped her whole breast.

She heard the door opened and she could smell her Uncle's identifying scent. He was back. She wasn't sure how long he had been gone. It could have been a minute or hours. She had been so lost in her thoughts. She reached for him and a fresh batch of tears came. "There's something wrong with me. I was so so scared. I hated that man. I didn't want him to touch me ever. He was so brutal, hard. He hurt me with every touch, but ..." Tori should have shut up, but she felt like a child. She felt so vulnerable and she had to speak what was causing her such distress. "I ... was wet." Tori collapsed into her Uncle's chest crying hard.

Max ran out like a maniac. He knew the area was probably crawling with merc, slavers and pillagers. He had no intention to pick a fight with those fools in open territory. He had the skills and the weapons, but he was one and being alone in an open area was a disadvantage. From the highest point in his mansion, he had a 360 degree view of the surrounding and had managed to repel many many attacks before, even giving the attackers the illusion that many people were actually inside defending the place.

His marksmanship have always served him well, and in this lawless world they were his best weapon, large open areas meant a sharpshooter like himself would have a shooting gallery when his place got attacked. This was different; he was rushing into the open to ‘rescue’ the girl he shot minutes earlier, he had forsaken one of his biggest advantages in defense. He was hoping no one would be around. The odds were with him as the virus didn’t leave many alive and so traffic was at a minimum.

As he reached the girl, he took the scope one last time and checked the area, and two more slavers were approaching armed with shotguns. He grinned as he had the advantage of range and experience, and without wasting time he took both their lives without mercy or second thought, the girl was watching him in horror as he fired once then again into unknown targets. She had no idea who he was or whether he was the one who shot her or not. For all she knew he was also a slave trader. However, she wasn’t that lucky, he was far worse than a slave trader. After all a slave trader would sell her and the buyer might be a nice or evil person. However, being enslaved by him was most probably worse than if she was bought by anyone else.

He grinned at her and scooped her up in his arms “Hi!!!!! Don’t worry, I will save you, just don’t scream or you’ll draw more slavers to our location, keep quiet or they will swarm us”. With those words he carried her back to his mansion, quickly while she bled on the road. She was more or less unconscious as she lost a lot of blood and looked pale “Shit, she’s bleeding out…. Don’t die on me damn it”. He looked behind him and the trail of blood was visible to any who would look and it would lead anyone right to his doorstep “Oh damn this is bad. I guess I won’t be fucking those girls tonight, hell I’d be lucky if I get any sleep tonight, every scumbag in the area knows there are two young girls in this house now and would want a piece of the action... On my dead body suckers”. He laughed as he was talking to himself. He was clearly insane and was having fun with the whole thing.

Max reached the house and instead of going through the front door, he went to the basement, he didn’t want Tori to see the new girl. She would just serve as his sex toy while he breaks lovely Tori slowly. That is if they manage to live through the night. He was by no means scared; he was just frustrated at the fact that he has so much he needs to do before he can have fun with those girls. Not to mention he can take care of himself, but now he has to protect two girls as well. He shook his head as he put the girl on a wooden table in the basement, it had cuffs on all corners, and he just cuffed her hands to either corner of the table and then gagged and blindfolded her. He left her ankles free and rushed back to the front door to his girl Tori.

"There's something wrong with me. I was so so scared. I hated that man. I didn't want him to touch me ever. He was so brutal, hard. He hurt me with every touch, but ..." He hugged her tight and patted her head gently before raising his eyebrows at her comment "I ... was wet." That surely took him by surprise, he didn’t see that remark coming and was lost in thought wondering what the hell she meant while she cried on his chest “She was turned on by that scum fondling her and almost raping her? What the hell is wrong with her?” He thought to himself as he rested her on the couch, her breasts were still showing clearly. He leaned down and kissed her forehead. "Stay here, I need to go upstairs and scope the area for any more slave traders. They are probably flocking to this place as I killed two of them to save you."

He moved away from her and remembered the girl downstairs; he knew he couldn’t scope the area and treat her at the same time. He had to make a choice, either treat her and risk the slavers getting too close, or snipe them from a distance and risk losing the girl.

“Oh fuck, she’s lovely, not going to let her die”. He rushed downstairs and administered first aid to the lovely blonde girl. She was stunningly beautiful and her blonde hair and creamy skin contrasted Tori’s dark hair and caramel skin. They would make for a fine pair of slaves, he licked his lips at the thought as he wrapped a band-aid around the girl’s leg and nodded at himself in admiration, he had given her a deep wound, but not deep enough to hit her bone, and at the same time he angled the shot so the bullet would enter and leave her body, and all that from around quarter a mile. He was proud of his skills as he finished up with the girl who was still unconscious. That was fortunate as he didn’t want her making noise before he had the chance to secure her properly.

With those thoughts, he climbed to the top of the mansion and began scoping the area. He was surprised as no one was there “hmmmm, are they planning to attack under the cover of the night or the local gangs still didn't learn of what just happened??? I guess I was so much trouble and of too little value to be attacked, but now that I have two young girls around, they will probably risk a full assault on my mansion………. Interesting, bring it on bitches, I will execute every last motherfucking one of you scum!!!”

Tori felt her Uncle bend over and kiss her gently on the head. She sniffed and nodded as he left to make sure they were safe. She pulled her legs up to her body and wrapped her arms around her legs resting her head on her knees. She felt her tears trail down her legs to puddle in her clothing or on the sofa. She sniffed and thought she smelled blood. She felt her body, but didn't feel any scratches where that man could have harmed her. It wasn't from her. Was it her Uncles? Or the man? She hoped it was the man. He deserved to rot.

Tori's pain and sadness slowly ebbed away. She was more curious as to her body reaction. What had done it for her? It couldn't have been the touches. No, she recalled the touches hadn't done it for her. Tori went over every part of the scenario and could not figure out what had made her wet. Than she realized she was only wet once she was safe. Did that mean she was attracted to her Uncle? Goodness, no! She quickly disputed that thought. Than what had made her body react that way it did? Was it the pent up energy than being safe had turned her on. Duh! Before when she had eyesight she saw it all the time in movies and read about it in papers. White knight Syndrome. It when a person is in a dangerous situation and when they are safe they want to copulate to prove they are alive and what not. That didn't mean she wanted her Uncle, but just that she was alive. She sighed feeling better having figured that crazy mess out.

Tori started to get up to go to her room, but quickly sat back down. Her Uncle had told her to stay here. She didn't want to stay, but he told her too. Tori laid down on the sofa and curled up. She knew it would be hard for anyone to see her if they glanced at the sofa, but her Uncle knew she was here so she wasn't afraid he would think she had taken off again. She listened and listened trying to see or hear what she could. She could smell blood, but other than that couldn't hear much else. The house creaked and groaned like an old woman and at times was surprisingly loud. No Tori couldn't get a clear picture of what was going on outside/

Max was definitely surprised that no one had shown up to cause him trouble. He took his sniper rifle one last time and did a quick sweep in the area and no one was there. “It seems no one will show up for now”. He put the large rifle down with care. It was his most valued position. It was a black military-grade sniper rifle with a surprisingly long range and ridiculous accuracy, but it was also heavy and hard to handle to almost anyone without long experience in the field, and he had plenty of that experience and the rare privilege of practicing on live, moving targets. He looked down at his notebook and grinned as he filled in, four more bullets fired with four targets hit keeping his hit ratio at 100%.

“Still not rusty eh Max?” He laughed to himself as his eyes left the notebook showing a hundred and fifteen bullets fired since escaping from jail. All those bullets not failing to hit their targets. He went downstairs quickly and could see Tori still lying on the couch hugging herself and looking frightened. He grinned as she has done as she was told and he ignored her as he continued down to the basement.

*******

Angela woke up, she groaned in pain, her body was aching, every single muscle in her body was sore from the harsh treatment of the slavers. At least they kept her a virgin so she fetches a better price, but that didn’t prevent them from toying with her anyway, and didn’t prevent them from using her mouth and roughly fondling her breasts. As she was still waking up, her mind registered even more pain in her right leg, the pain there was sharp and she felt that her leg was wet. Suddenly reality hit her as she regained consciousness completely, she was lying on a rough surface, her wrists were secured to the edges of that surface and over her head, her legs were free, but one of them was hurting badly.

She remembered what had happened and began shaking and struggling, she was kidnapped, abused, then shot and rescued, or at least that’s what she thought. Was she rescued by that man and then kidnapped again? Or was the man who took her from the ground the same man who put her in this place? She tried to look around and see where she was, but the blindfold around her eyes prevented her from that, she then tried to scream, but a large object in her mouth similarly prevented her from doing that.

With that last failure, she decided to flip over and maybe she would be able to get free if the table broke, so she gathered her might and was about to move to one side when fingers wrapped around her slender ankles and stopped her before she could do much.

“What the hell are you doing girl? You do know it’s impolite to try and break someone else’s property right? Especially one who just saved your life and saved you from those slavers.”

She couldn’t reply of course, and even if she could, Max was all over her in a matter of seconds straddling her helpless little body “I don’t know who’s more unlucky, you or the girl that came to my house today thinking I am her uncle. Either way, you’re both really unlucky and I am a very lucky man, but sadly I have to say I don’t have much time for chit chat now as your friends may be here any minute.”

With those words, he pulled down her jeans and panties exposing her soft creamy thighs and tight hole and he licked his lips “I am sorry as I won’t be able to give you much attention now, so will just give you a quick fuck for now and will continue later after I deal with anyone who might want to reclaim you.”

Before Angela could understand what was going on, she felt a sharp pain between her legs “Oh my God, he is raping me!!!” She could feel a lot of pain and discomfort as he forced his way inside her without caring whether she was ready or not, then she felt her blood rushing from her love hole as she lost her virginity to this insane man. She could feel him pumping into her like there was no tomorrow. He had no intention to see if she was comfortable or not, he just pumped into her like the crazy bastard he was.

A few moments later, she felt some liquid rush into her and knew he had ejaculated inside her body, and then she felt his heavy strong body collapsing onto her as he breathed heavily and quickly. She was disgusted by the whole thing but was helpless to do anything about it.

Max was having the pleasure he didn’t have for years; raping a virgin, not to mention having sex for the first time since he accidentally killed Tori’s aunt. This was too much for him as he fucked her quickly and mercilessly, exploding into her in a matter of moments and collapsing on her, making sure not to crush her small body under his weight.

He gave himself a few moments before collecting himself and rushing back upstairs “Don’t worry my dear, we’ll have plenty of time to play after I deal with any slavers or mercenaries”.

With those words, Max rushed upstairs and to his other captive; only this one didn’t know she was a captive yet. He leant down on lovely Tori and whispered in her ear “I am back sweety and you are still safe, and I will keep you safe even if it costs me my life.” With that he bent down and kissed her cheek as he picked up her small body in his arms and carried her to his sniping location. He sat down and put her on his lap while pulling out his sniper rifle.

“This way I don’t have to worry whether you’re safe or not downstairs. This way I know you’re safe if I am safe. Now just cover your ears as this rifle is not silent from such a short distance.”

He grinned at his last words and began firing at some mercenaries in the distance. It was almost dark and as he thought they would attack under the cover of darkness. He looked to the side and saw the night goggles he took from one of the abandoned military stations “Here they come my dear, hang in there, I will shoot every last one of them and keep us safe.”

Tori heard her Uncle rushing around. Or so she thought. She wasn't sure what was anything anymore. She badly wanted to just go lay down in her bed and pretend nothing had happened. That she hadn't left this house and been almost taken. The tears threatened to spill down her cheeks once more. She sobbed softly into the couch. She owed her Uncle her life. How naive had she been. She could have been killed or worse. She had to stop these thoughts or become a crying mess again.

Tori thought she heard something behind her and she whipped around as though she could see who it was. She listened and heard nothing. Had they gotten into the house? Where was her Uncle? She didn't want to speak out in case they were in the house. Should she move? What should she do? Tori cursed her lack of sight and strained her ears listening for anything. The blood was pounding too loud in her ears for her to hear anything. She would have to calm down, but she couldn't. She was too scared. The house cracked and she jumped. The house groaned and she jumped. She was a mess.

Tori was on the edge and gave a small yelp of surprise. Her arms went around her Uncle's neck hugging him tightly. She was so scared. "Don't say that. I don't want you to die Uncle. No." Tori buried her head in his neck and hugged him tighter.

He kissed her and picked her up. She would have normally protested thinking he was treating her like a child, but Tori was beyond caring. She clung to him and didn't balk when he sat her on his lap. She couldn't get comfortable and kept jumping at the sound of the gun. Her hearing was her last "sight" to the world. She plugged her ears trying to stop the ringing from the gun fire. She kept moving on his lap, because everytime he fired or move she would be bounced around. She didn't complain. He was killing the ones that would take from them. He was saving her. Saving him. He was her Uncle. Her hero.

"Don't say that. I don't want you to die Uncle. No." Max smirked at her remark and thought "Oh if only you knew what I am planning for you, you wouldn't be wishing that I stay alive my dear."

Max was at his best with the soft bottom of Tori on his lap and the sight of her breasts showing through the torn blouse, giving him more incentive, more drive and giving his bullets all the reason they need to tear through those who would take away his gifts.

Bullets were going off in every direction and bodies were falling left and right around the mansion. This was the largest offensive mounted by the gangs nearby, but he was ready for them, having the advantage of range, experience and higher ground, not to mention the biggest incentive which is lust. The lust that can finally be satisfied by using and abusing the two lovely young girls that found themselves under his mercy.

*******

Meanwhile, Angela was still on the table, her upper thighs swimming in a pool of her own blood and Max's semen. She was beyond disgusted, but was too tired to do anything about it, not to mention restrained. She just laid there scared as she heard gunshots all around the place. She didn't know whether she wanted the attackers to break through or not. Regardless of who would be left standing, she would be enslaved either way. She cursed her luck, but something inside made her wish the attackers would actually break through. As bad as they were, they seemed just a little bit gentler than the man who held her captive now, and she might be lucky and be sold to someone gentle.

She just rested there, not doing anything, gathering her strength, and hoping she would have enough strength to run away once the battle outside was over.

*******

Around an hour into the battle, the mercenaries started to flee as they were being slaughtered by the experienced sniper stationed at the top of the mansion where he can hit his targets without being hit. It was a lot of fun for him to kill people, but even more with Tori sitting on his lap and jumping every time a bullet is fired, her expression as every bullet is fired, and her breasts jiggling up and down with every fired shot made this all the more fun for him.

Max grinned and kissed the lovely girl sitting on his lap "They are running away my dear. Don't worry about those gunshots that are still being fired, its just covering fire for the men to run away, your uncle won and defended the place."

He was clearly proud of himself as he picked up the shaking Tori "Sorry I put you through this my dear, but I couldn't leave you downstairs knowing that someone might be able to sneak in and hurt you, so I had to bring you with me. It is going to be a long night but I think the worse is over, you can rest in your room now unless you still want that tour."

He carried the small girl and took her down and to her room, he sat her on the bed and slowly removed the torn blouse from her body and replaced it with another one. He then sat by her side and wrapped his arm around her shoulders and gently stroked her upper arm to comfort her. He had no reason to rush into sexual acts with her as he had the other girl downstairs for that purpose, so he can play the loving uncle for as long as he wanted, giving her small clues as to his real personality before showing his true colors.

"So my dear, want to take a tour or get some rest?" Max said as more gunshots were being heard "Don't worry, most of them are dead, and the entrances to the mansion are well-reinforced, they won't be able to get through that easily. I have barricaded the place very well to make sure the place is safe if it was ever attacked like this. You will have to get used to us being attacked now that they know there is a lovely girl inside" He grinned at his comment and leaned down to plant a kiss on her soft cheek "But your uncle is here for you, and they will never ever touch you again my dear don't worry."

Every bullet, every shot fired, every sound made Tori jump. She couldn't hear and yet she could. She could hear the screams, the sickening sound of bullets whizzing by or finding their target, and yet she couldn't hear the sadness in her uncle or the regret he must have to fight them off. She could barely hear him breathe; which she slowly realized must have meant he was very good at shooting to not have his breath get labored or anything. Though if memory served correct Tori didn't think any of her family members have ever served in the military. So how did her Uncle get so good at shooting what she could presume was a high powered gun. She assumed it was some sort of rifle or sniper gun, because he mentioned something about them being up high and unable to be hit; BUT he was able to fight them off just fine.

Slowly the shots became fewer and far between. Finally he was done and was taking her back downstairs, then upstairs, and to her room. Normally, she would have balked at him undressing her, but after what just happened she didn't do anything, but comply. She was in a bra and the difference between a bra and a bikini top was one was acceptable in public and the other was not. She would just think it was a bikini top and not worry that her Uncle was seeing her half dressed. Besides he immediately put a new shirt on her which meant he was ignorant to her almost undressed self. It was fine. She should be grateful. So she was.

"I ... think I want to just lie here." There were more shots and Tori jumped a bit. He rubbed her arm and kissed her cheek. Than his next words hit home and she felt like shit. It was her fault they were attacking like this. She let them know she was here and she was a commodity. They were going to try to take out her poor old uncle and sell her for profit. What had she done. Again she reprimanded herself for her stupidity. She should always, ALWAYS listen to her uncle. This is her fault.

"Yes, Uncle. Thank you."

"I ... think I want to just lie here." That was exactly what he wanted to hear. He had a trapped girl waiting for him down in the basement, and some more mercenaries waiting for a bullet to tear through their empty skulls to free them from this heartless world where survival is for the fittest, and they were clearly not fit enough to outwit or outlive him.

He could care less about the raiders roaming around his mansion, they weren't getting in anytime soon, but the girl in the basement needed more of his attention, not to mention she wasn't restrained properly yet and might be able to make a run for it. Max grinned and kissed his girl on the cheek again as he noticed the change in her facial expression at his words. He did also notice how her blind eyes seemed to look at him differently as he was firing his high-powered rifle at all moving targets withing range.

"Did she figure out something from my ability to hit targets? Maybe her uncle was in the army so she's admiring my ability, or maybe he never was, or was a very peaceful person who can't use guns. Either way, that should put doubt in her heart, and that's exactly what I want."

"Yes, Uncle. Thank you." Max helped her lay down on the bed and patted her head gently "I will make sure the mansion is safe, and see if more raiders are on the way. Its safe though, none of them got inside. If you need me call my name, but don't worry if I don't reply, the mansion is huge and the voice might not reach me. In that case don't panic and just stay put." He kissed her cheek again and closed the door on his way to the basement. He looked at the door on his way down and grinned knowing that sooner or later, she will figure that around a third of her bedroom and bathroom doors were replaced with glass.

*******

The hour-long battle was pure torture for poor Angela, and with every shot fired, her hope of leaving this cursed place dwindled. She even thought many people were defending the mansion which would mean she would be shared by God-knows-who and God-knows-how-many, and they would probably all be as rough and merciless as the man who raped her earlier stealing her virginity in the process or maybe even worse. She sobbed again silently and waited and waited for the end of this nightmare.

As time passed, she could hear less and less shots fired until it totally stopped. Angela swallowed hard hoping no one was left standing, but she knew that was more or less a very long shot, but she had to hold on to hope. It was all she had left. She kept quiet and just listened, but could only hear her rapid heartbeat and messed-up breathing.

Minutes of waiting through silence were even harder on poor Angela than the hour-long battle before it, then it came, heavy footsteps were going down the stairs "Oh no, its that monster again!!!" Angela thought as she started to struggle again, hoping for some miracle to get her out of that shithole.

*******

Max basically ran to the basement, his cock was going crazy from having the lovely Tori in his lap and arms for the past hour and he was desperate for release. He was happy when he saw Angela right where he left her. The sight of her still-wet pussy and her body struggling on the table excited him even more. He opened his zipper and came close announcing the beginning of another round of abuse for the poor girl.

Angela expected his cock to get buried deep inside her just as fast and as rough as the first time, but instead she felt the cuffs around her wrists being removed, and she quickly gathered her strength and threw a punch at his general direction. She put all her might and remaining strength in that punch, but she was at a severe disadvantage; he was a strong man, she was a small girl, she was laying on the table exhausted giving her no leverage, she was injured and was blindfolded as well, removing any hint of accuracy to her already-weak shot.

Max saw the small fist being launched at his chest and didn't move, her small fist hit its target, but didn't really hurt him much if at all. He had a muscular and strong chest and had always enjoyed the weak struggles from girls like this especially when blindfolded. This reminded him of Tori, who was permanently blindfolded and he wondered how she would struggle, but then ignored that thought and turned back to his other captive "Oh cute kitty has claws and wants to try them? Bad girl, I will make sure you can't use your little harmless claws again little one." He was speaking in a scary tone, it was a mixture of threatening, sadism, lust and just about every bad emotion one could think off.

He quickly put his money where his mouth is and grabbed her wrists, roughly yanking her off of the table and dragging her to a corner of the room where he bent her over a metal bar and secured her wrists to the wall in front of her using strong steel shackles. He then wrapped a leather belt around her waist to keep her fixed to that bar. He contemplated securing her feet as well, but figured it would be fun to just watch her struggle around a bit. She couldn't possibly escape this position without help, and so leaving her legs to move around might be more fun than restraining them as well.

He decided to keep the blindfold and gag on as he thrust into her waiting love hole from the back, impaling her again on his raging cock as she moaned and whimpered cursing her luck.

Tori laid down for a bit as she heard the door closed. Something was gnawing at her, but she wasn't sure what. She felt ill at ease and after trying to rest she knew she could not. She swung her legs from the side of the bed and stared at what she remembered her toes looked like. She wiggled and could feel them, but barely remembered what they looked like. She felt them and could tell she wasn't due for a clipping. She used her hands to remind her what her toes looked like. She was passing time trying to ease that feeling of unease, but feeling her toes wasn't doing the trick. She knew whatever she was messed up about had to do with her sight. But why? After so long she thought she had accepted her fate. Perhaps not.

Tori pushed off the bed and began pacing. She heard a gunfire in the distance and jumped. She shouldn't be pacing. She wasn't sure where the windows were in her room and she wasn't going to reevaluate her room situation with crazy men dying to get into the home. She wished they would go away. She wished she hadn't been so stubborn and tried to leave. She should apologize one more time to her Uncle. Tori felt renewed with a sense of purpose. She crossed the room and bumped into the wall. She cursed knowing she was disoriented from her emotions and all that has happened. She used the wall to find the door by sliding her hands across it. She touched glass first and at first she thought she was at a window and dropped her hands causing her knuckles to graze the door knob. Confused she raised her hand and grasped the knob. She twisted and stepped out and recognized the smell and noises of the outside hall. She raised her hand to the glass again. She didn't remember there being glass on her door. Why was their glass?

Tori stared at the door as though she could see it. She rapped on it and it sounded like glass. Than she laughed. Thinking like this is what got her in trouble. It wasn't glass and if so maybe it was stained glass to be pretty. Hell, maybe it's been there the entire time and she just didn't know it. Tori called out into the hall. "Uncle?" She waited a brief moment. Her uncle did say he may not hear her and to stay put if he did not. "UNCLE!" Another pause. "UNCLE MAX!" Still nothing.

Tori paced for a moment before deciding to go into the bathroom. She crossed the hall like she had been taught and used the restroom. Granted she had a bathroom in her room she didn't want to be in there. She was restless in there, plus her thoughts kept creeping in on her. Like how did her Uncle get so good at shooting. It was like he was a Master Marksmen and she used to watch the military channel before the world went to shit. She was almost positive her Uncle did not - No! Tori shook her head hard. Stop thinking like that. Than what about the glass on her door. It's not glass. It is. It isn't. It is. It isn't. ... Is it?

Tori stood up and stomped her foot. "Uncle Max?" This time she didn't expect an answer. Her voice was tiny and full of worry. She pushed those thoughts down and shook her head til her hair was flying around her. Her uncle was a good man who saved her and loved her. She should be grateful not questioning in. Infact, she should do something special like prepare him a meal. Tori had taken two steps before she realized she was doing exactly what her Uncle told her not to do. So she sank to her knees and sat down on the steps waiting for his return.