"In heaven's name, Uncle Gaston, you've got to stop! It's not right! Please… I-I'll never be able look at you again, think of Antoine, if not me…"

"I'm thinking of me, damn you!" he hissed at her. "And I'm thinking if you want that kid of yours, you better be nice to me, understand? Nice! Now… do you want her or not?"

Madeleine wagged her head in confusion. She felt the hot tears welling onto her cheeks as he continued to stroke tauntingly at the now trembling, nylon-covered aperture between her legs.

"Well…?" he rasped.

"Yes… yes… you know I do! What would you expect? My God, I'm her mother! I want my baby…"

"And you'll do anything to get her back?"

"… Yes… anything… I'll do anything! My God… oh, my little Igat…"

Suddenly, his colorless eyes glowed as if they had been dipped in Satan's fire and he hauled her closer to him, his thick middle-finger slipping inside her elastic panty-leg to ease slowly between the fleshy-fringed lips of her now moistened pussy, moving downward through the velvety, pink slit toward the small quivering vaginal mouth… then, worming up into her… ever upward inside her warm, snug channel. She gaped at him during the inserting process… gaped and gasped in revulsive, helpless humiliation as she felt his thick finger sliding possessively further up into her while she stood as if frozen in horrified disbelief… and then his thumb began to massage the tiny, soon-erected bud of her clitoris maddeningly. She jerked then, bodily against him, causing her buttocks to spasm and circulate uncontrollably in his other hand, and he said: "I'm going to give you an address and you come there tomorrow. It's downtown… my special apartment. You fail me, pet… and both of you will pay… you and the kid… understand?"