Note: Thank you, Ari, for your help and input for this story. Perhaps our paths will cross again sometime, even if only online.
This is a work of fiction. No characters or situations were based on real events or persons just an erotic fantasy. If stories of incest, reluctance / non-consent humiliation, and or blackmail are not for you, then this story will not be for you. If you are or have been in any similar situation, especially Blackmail, then please seek the proper authorities for guidance and help.
See Chapter 1 for the introduction to this story. This picks up where Chapter 2 left off and sets up Chapter 4.
*****
Chapter 3 Sarah gets used by her Uncle again.
Sarah was still slightly intoxicated and a sleep deprived mess at work. The events of the early morning were now giving way to the exhaustion. She drank another coffee to wake and sober up as she went through her routine. Worse was that her branch was slow today and a couple of managers were there from the main branch. They didn't really speak to her, but their presence disrupted the small office atmosphere.
She filed and worked on the reports she was supposed to do and chatted casually with her friend Becky Rhoads, the other teller at this branch, as they did their duties. They each had only served a few customers each this morning. Now Becky was very conservative ginger with three kids and a boyfriend Sarah did not care for. They got along perhaps because they were opposites and embraced the differences. Neither ever told the other all the secrets they had, Sarah was sure of that.
Then, a good three hours after she had texted him last, she finally saw a text from her uncle Dave. Her heart sank when he simply said, "You better show." But then a customer was walking in and she put her cell away per policy.
After the customer left, she told Becky she needed a restroom break. Once in the restroom, she called her uncle. Dave answered with, "You better not be telling me you aren't coming."
Sarah replied, in a tense tone, "Please tell me you grabbed my things when you left." Her voice quiet, trying to make sure no one heard her.
David looked at the clothes he had indeed picked up but instead of answering he asked, "You are coming then? 11:30, my office."
Sarah looked at herself in the mirror. She felt her pussy dampen. "I don't get lunch till 11:30. Did you pick them up?"
"Be here by 11:40 then." David then hung up and laughed. He looked at the ruined sports bra, shorts and silky robe without its sash on his desk. Then he looked for that flash drive to again view this morning's action.
The ending of the call left Sarah's heart pounding. She thought to herself, "Now what in the fuck is going to happen?" She stood in the bathroom, staring into the mirror for a moment. She put her cell down and washed her hands. Her mind raced and said, "This has to stop. He practically raped you the last time. She took a breath and checked the time. 10:15. She was getting soaked as she thought, "And he made me climax like a whore. Fuck I'm in trouble."
Business thankfully picked up, helping to fill Sarah's mind, instead of the unmentionable situation she was now in. When lunchtime finally arrived, she told Becky that she may be a little late returning but would make it up at closing. "No problem Sarah. It happens to both of us from time to time."
Before heading out, Sarah went to the restroom. She undid her blouse and pulled off the band-aids she had used on her nips. She rebuttoned without looking at herself in the mirror and quickly went to her car.
She had no sooner began her drive when her cell rang. It was Dave. She answered it through her car's Bluetooth. "What now?"
Dave chuckled, "Just checking, calm down. What are you wearing?"
Sarah sighed. "Why does that matter?" She was stopped at a light and looked around.
Dave, more firmly says, "Just fucking tell me."
"My light blue work blouse and a navy pocketed skirt with ankle boots. Our standard work clothes. Why?" she answered as traffic began the move. "I should be there in a few minutes." She left off 'Asshole'. He asked about underwear, to which she replied, "No! Just as you told me. I am doing as you said, can we end this today please?"
"Unbutton the blouse. Every button." was the reply over the car speakers. Sarah looked down at her radio. "Did you hear me, Sarah?" Her reply was yes. Her hand was already moving to her top button.
Against her better judgment, she began to undo the buttons. "I am not exposing myself if that is your idea."
Laughing Dave replied, "Honey, you already did that earlier this morning at your place." The words made Sarah wince. "Now reach in and play with those fat nipples of yours. I want them nice and hard when you get here. No buttoning up either."
