Uncle See, Uncle Do 
By Crossmanx at - crossmanx@hotmail.co.uk - comments and ideas welcome.
What Uncle sees, Uncle wants, Uncle does

Follow on from the stories - Say Uncle, Man From Uncle, Uncle's Choice, The
Trouble with Uncle, Uncle's Torment & Uncle's Duties

Uncle See, Uncle Do

The room was large, open, with a high ceiling and a line of long thin widows
that went down the length of just one wall, the far wall. But even these large
windows only let in a little bit of light as all of the old dusky dark
curtains each window had where either drawn fully or half drawn. So, closing
off all that summer sunshine from outside the room. It was almost as if
someone was not too keen in letting all that daylight in. But to compensate,
and strangely as it was only halfway through the day and it was bright
outside, there were a couple of the high ceiling lights that where on. But at
least this gave the dark room some illumination, mind you just opening the
curtains would had done the same!

Opposite the wall with the windows and drawn curtains was another long wall,
half of which was coved with one of those old wooden climbing frames. The kind
that can be pulled out for some indoor PE lessons, then further along there
was even one of those old wooden vaulting horses pushed up against the wall to
add to this 'sporting' look. Just in front of all this equipment was a
collection of chairs, mostly the stacking kind. Some piled up on top of each
other, some in a line as if someone couldn't be bothered to do that extra bit
of work and stack them correctly, as they should have been. Further along and
at one end of the room was a pair of large dark wooden doors, and at the other
end of the room was a kind of a raised area, that looked a bit like a stage.

Even with the drawn curtains and only a couple of, quite dull, lights on which
gave the room an almost eerie appearance, where shadows formed around most of
the walls. This place had a familiar look to it, in fact the more you looked
at the room the more familiar it became. There was a feel to the room,
something that everyone could remember, relate to, in one way or the other.
This room had that look of one of those, old type, school hall's, the assembly
room, the hall where the school play was put on. It was one of those rooms,
old, yes, but still it looked like what it was, a school hall.

But today as the school was closed for the summer holidays and the room, the
hall was not being used. The drawn and partly drawn curtains were testimony to
the fact that the room hadn't been used for a few weeks at least. In fact, the
placed looked as if it was a bit of a mess, as if the school holidays had been
a good excuse to drag out everything that belonged to the school drama group
and, finally, sort it all out. All around where boxes, crates, rails of
clothes and wicker baskets, scenery panels and rolls of painted cloths, plus a
whole pile of different lights and sound effect equipment. The school drama
group certainly had a lot of stuff.

This had obviously been one person's idea to get this all sorted, once and for
all! Well that was probably how it had all started but as the holidays and the
summer had gone on it had been once more left and forgotten about, well
almost!

Maybe not everyone had lost interest in sorting all this out, there was still
one person, one member of the school staff who had been drawn into this
'little project' and who was still here to see it through. One man that was
all, and it was this one man that was here in the room at this moment, BANG!
BANG! BANG! And it wasn't sorting out the boxes of various props, or the
tidying up the wicker baskets of costumes that was occupying him at this
moment.

No, it wasn't sorting everything out that was occupying his attention now,
he'd found something else to keep him interested, found something else to
focus on and attend to. It had been earlier, some days ago when he'd come
across one of those old leather punchbag, a real old thing, but it still could
serve a purpose. The man had strung the bag up, using a long rope he'd thrown
over one of the high beams and then tied it off to hold the bag there.

With the punchbag up he'd dug out a pair of boxing gloves he'd had at home,
but not used in a while and so now he could come back to the school where he
taught and spend a few hours hitting the bag. It was better than sorting
through all the drama group stuff, and it gave the man access to his own
little private workout room, his own gym, free of charge, so that was good!
Time to get himself back into shape, tone up, not that he was out of shape,
but it was always good to keep on top of looking after himself.

But there might also another reason he was doing this, not just to get in the
headmaster's good books for seemingly doing all this extra work, to 'help the
school out.' Not even to use this as his own private gym and get fully back
into shape, no there just might be another reason for all this. Something else
that had got, and had hold of his attention, something else that was occupying
this interest and thoughts. There just might be something else he needed to
work out for! BANG! BANG!

The man throw a couple more gloves into the bag, dressed in just his grey
jogging bottoms and trainers the man's session on the bags and got him into a
right sweat. The top half of his body was glistening due to the effort he was
putting into the bag. He stopped punching, his arms came down and he took a
step away from the bag, BANG! He turned his body, brought his leg up and
around and drove his foot into the side of the bag, he still had the skill,
the strength and power to deliver a blow that shook the punchbag and made the
rope that held it in position to shake violently. BANG!

This time it wasn't the man hitting the bag that had made the sound that
filled the room. He quickly turned around to see that the double doors at the
far end had been thrown open and now there was someone stood there in the open
doorway, stood there silhouetted by the glow of light form outside of the
room. The figure stood there for a second or two, maybe longer but it was
clear that this was a small female, a girl, the short skirt the sturdy legs
gave that way.

Simon, the man, wiped the sweat away from his face with the back of his glove
and he now turned fully around to face the 'girl' that had now started to move
and was walking his way. As she came forwards her arms reached out behind her,
grabbed onto the ends of the doors and throwing them backwards, slamming them
close and leaving the man and the girl together in the room!

The room went back to its original dull appearance, the man blinked a few
times to get his eye use to the limited light after that great flood of golden
sunshine when the girl had made her appearance. The sound of the girl's shoes
clipping along the wooden floor was all that could be heard. But then even
that sound and the girl stopped, and as if deliberately she'd stopped directly
under one of the two ceiling light. Was this so she was the main 'object' all
light up and that could be seen, 'showing herself off', maybe!

She just stood there, saying nothing looking at the man, who in turn was
staring back at her all done in total silence. The man, the new school teacher
recognised the girl, he knew her, and maybe she was the other reason for his
'interest' in coming back to the school during the holidays. She was quite
possibly the other thing that was occupying his thoughts, and this was not the
first time these two had 'meet' this way!

He was Simon, recently having joined the school and just out of his teacher
training, new to the job and making all those normal mistakes every teacher
makes when they first start. But the 25-year-old, quite tall, handsome man had
also made a good impression, mostly with the girls and the female teachers at
the school. He was bit of a 'hunk' as the girls would say. Young, tall,
handsome and fit, so yes, he'd made a very good impression. But there was just
this one particular girl at the school that had maybe 'impressed' him!

The girl who stood there in silence, mainly due to the lollipop she had in her
mouth, was Nikki. She was a girl that had a certain 'reputation' and a very
diffident way about her. But in many ways, there was nothing special about
this young schoolgirl. She was nothing special in the looks department at all,
in fact, she was a bit of a plain girl, a small, sturdy girl who was just on
the verge of blossoming into a full woman, but not just yet.

Plain, yes, not obviously good looking but at the same time she wasn't ugly,
she was just plain, but there was something about this 'plainness' something
that made her almost shine compared to all the really good-looking girls that
went to the school. And it, for some reason, made her quite popular with the
boys at the school and maybe, just maybe, made her somewhat 'interesting' to a
few 'older' boys!

Even though it was the school holidays the girl, Nikki, was dressed, as she
always seemed to be, in her school uniform. Those sensible school shoes, the
short white socks then her study legs and thighs on show due to her 'slightly'
too short pleated grey skirt. Above that was her white blouse, the blouse with
a few of her top buttons undone and then the school tie, with the fashionable
large knot hanging low down. All of this was then wrapped up in her school
blazer.

Simon carried on looking at the girl stood there, with one of her legs at a
jauntily angle, that made her hips go on a slant, her hands in her blazer
pockets, and that lollipop in her mouth. It all gave her an innocent, yet
cheeky look, yet there was also something in her face, her plain face, a look
she had. Her dark eyes peering back at him through her thin rimmed round
glasses that seemed as if there were starting to slip down her nose. And her
tight thin lips with that lollipop stick protruding out. The girl's dark hair
was quite long, with plaited pigtails on either side of this 'interesting'
face.

All this gave the girl an innocent but also slightly mischievous look, all at
same time. She was the young girl who was a bit of a tomboy, on the brink of
becoming a full woman, but the question was, what sort of women would she
become? Nikki was the plain innocent, yet slightly mischievous and alluring,
rebellious schoolgirl, which was quite a combination, for a schoolgirl!
(Reader may wish to read the previous story about Nikki - Say Uncle, Man From
Uncle, Uncle's Choice, The Trouble with Uncle, Uncle's Torment & Uncle's
Duties)

She was in contrast to Simon, he was already a man, fully developed and apart
from a few obvious 'new boy' mistakes in the classroom, he was a confident
person. A strong man, who after his session with the bag here, could feel his
toned body was almost at its best. Still looking over towards the girl the man
now pulled off his gloves which dropped down to the floor, leaving the sweaty
man, in his jogger bottoms stood there with that white tape around his hands.

The sound of the gloves falling was followed by the clipping of the girl's
sensible shoes as she once again carried on walking across the wooden floor,
towards him. A moment or two later and the schoolgirl Nikki was stood there in
front of her sweaty teacher, the pair of them together in the dimly light
school hall. She looked up at the man, he looked down at her, into her face,
into her eyes. The girls hand moved, came up as she took hold of the stick
that was attached to the lollipop still in her mouth.

She slowly pulled on the stick, not losing eye contact with the man who was
finding it difficult looking down not to let his eye wonder to the front of
her open white blouse, to the area just above where her large knotted school
tie hung! POP! The lollipop was pulled out of her mouth, the man blinked as he
now looked at the wet, shiny sweet the girl held in her hand, then she every
so slight bit onto her bottom lip as she pushed herself up on her tiptoes.

Nikki's plain, but lovely face came up closer to his, her lips came nearer to
his. The girl's arm, her hand still holding onto that lollipop, moved up and
around the man's neck, gently pulling him down to her. While her other hand
moved up as she placed her open hand onto Simon's sweaty upper body, his firm
pecs. The pairs lips met, there was a kiss, sorf, slow, but still with
intensity and passion. A moment of two later and the man's tongue could taste
cherry, the flavour that was so noticeable inside her mouth.

The girl did like that flavour of lollipop, but it also made a change from the
taste of cigarettes that the girl somethings had, a nasty little vice that
Nikki had and didn't want to give up. She also had a few other 'nasty little
vices', but that was another story!

Simon slipped his arm in-between Nikki's blazer and her blouse. Guiding his
hand around the girl onto her back and then gently pulling her even closer to
him. With the girl still on her tiptoe, and pushing her head upwards so she
could meet his lips, with him leaning down so he could meet hers, they carried
on with their kiss. As they continued, Nikki's hand on the man's chest now
slowly moved now his body, she teased him as her nails came down and ever so
slightly, they scraped against his sweaty body as her hand moved.

Simon could feel the tingling, scraping sensation on his skin, that and the
cherry flavoured tongue that was wrapped around his made the man's head spin
with delight and gave him a feeling off ... ... WHACK! OOOOHHHHH! A split
second earlier and the kissing had stopped, the tongues had ceased their
playing with one another, Nikki and pulled her hand away from the man's body,
clenched her fist and shoved it hard and forcefully into, what had been, a
very excited man's body!

As she struck the girl took a slight step away from the man, allowing him to
drop slight forwards. He needed to as the pain of her strike took an immediate
hold and effect on him, and at the same time Simon was gasping for air. The
blow from the schoolgirl had caught him at a weak moment, his 'mind' was
elsewhere and he wasn't ready for that to have happened to him! The girl's arm
was still on the man's shoulder, her hand still on his neck, her 'hold' on him
tightened so that he couldn't make any sudden moves, to try and escape. She
was already following up from her first strike and wanted the man in this
position, so that THUD! THUD! UUUUFFFFF!

Nikki had brought her leg up, driving her sturdy leg up and thundering her
strong knee hard into the bent over man's already sore gut. Pounding him a
couple of times, driving that air that he'd just gasped for, back out, at the
same time hurting him some more and making him once more wheeze rapidly again
for air. If the man had got the chance to turn his head and look up he might
have even seen the slight grin on the schoolgirls face, almost as if Nikki was
enjoying this.

Now the girl made her third move, she twisted herself around, turned fast and
still with her arm and hand around Simon's shoulder and head, she also twisted
which made him turn. Making him follow on, as she dragged him around, then
Nikki dropped her body down as she still turned and went around, and Simon
still followed. Off his feet the taller man went, the girl had the speed and
the momentum to take him up off the ground now she dragged him over her hip.
All the way over he went, the smaller schoolgirl had tossed her taller male
teacher over. Sending him tumbling over and filing the room with the sound of
a man who'd been dropped down to the hard, but well-polished, wooden floor.

With Simon on the floor the girl placed her lollipop back in his mouth and
maybe there was again a hint of a grin on those lips. Now she calmly stepped
closer to him and WHACK! Her sensible shoe went into his body, which just gave
the men yet another chance to gasp for some more much needed air! He was
probably getting used to doing this now! With him panting for breath on the
floor the girl now turned around and walked over to where a few of those
chairs that hadn't been tidied up and stacked were.

She chose a more comfortable chair, straightened it up, making sure it was
facing the right way and then sat down, still sucking on her cherry lollipop.
Sat in the comfortable chair it was almost as if Nikki was now watching and
waiting for something! Simon was a bit of a way away and was just about
finished with his gasping for breath to once again fill his lung back up.
Finally, he stopped making that awful gasping sound and was almost back to
breathing normally, and just then there was another, loud, BANG!

It sounded like a door slamming again, Simon managed to move his head and
looked down the hall to the main double doors, but they were still closed!
Then there was the sound of heavy footsteps, not the 'CLIP! CLIP!' Cutting
sound that Nikki's shoes had made. No, this was a much heavier, dull,
thudding, kind of footstep sound. The man turned his head to look the other
way, up towards the front of the hall, towards the stage area and there ...
... There was the reason for these new, different footsteps!

By the side of the stage and obviously having come through the door that was
there that lead to the rear stage area was another small, young schoolgirl and
like Nikki, this 'new' girl was also known to the teacher! This was the
red-haired Jess, a friend of Nikki and another 'plain' girl who had
'something' about her! This girl had a bit of a messy look to her, not dirty
but maybe a wash of her face was sometimes in order, but mostly she was just
unkempt.

The girl had short red hair, originally it had been cut into a very nice bob,
but over time and a few of the girls own attempts at cutting her hair it now
had an untidy, uneven look about it. Jess was also plain but with a small,
some might say cute nose and freckles all across her face. The kind of
freckles that when you looked at her you might not notice at first, but the
when you looked again they were there as plain as day, making you wonder how
you never saw them the first time.

Like her friend Nikki, even on a day like this Jess would have still been
dressed in her school uniform. The only difference would have been the socks,
one up one down, then the odd, pen marks and ink splodges on her white blouse.
And finally, it was always the case that Jess would have her blazer sleeves
pushed up her arms as high as she could. Jess was the plain, messy,
troublesome, yet tempting schoolgirl.

But today and quite out of character Jess wasn't dressed in her school
uniform, even for the school holidays this was strange. But it looked as if
she'd been rummaging through some of the drama groups costumes and clothes,
and had obviously tried some of these on! Now, Jess was wearing a pair of old
heavy, high leg working boots that had been painted multi-coloured for some
show by the looks of them. The girl had only done the laces up half way and
into a big bow knot and they looked far too big for the girl's feet.

Above the boots and the girl had on a pair of trashy fishnet stockings, the
various large holes here and there showed that they probably should have been
thrown away a long time ago. Once past the fishnet there was one of those
short, 'wiry', tutu skirts, a mixture of purple and pink in colour, not by any
means Jess' normal choice of colour. But it was all that she could find
amongst the costumes. Up above the 'skirt' was a tatty looking black and white
striped t-shirt, the long sleeves where ripped, as was part of the top, and it
had a feel of one of those prison uniforms to it. Most likely it had been left
over from a previous school production. To fish off Jess' 'new look', there
was a pair of lacy fingerless gloves, it was all quite a different look for
the girl.

She may have changed her cloths, which was a bit of a shock, but she was still
Jess, the messy, troublesome, temptress of a schoolgirl, but dressed this way
she now looked somehow 'more' troublesome! Simon took in the newly dressed
redhead as she made her way from the door by the side of the stage to where
the man was now getting up off the floor after getting his breath back. And
still off to the side was Nikki, sat there, watching and enjoying her
lollipop.

When he got to his knees the man took his last deep breath to sort himself
out, but as he then lifted his head to see if ... ... ? She was there almost
on top of him and after seeing how Nikki had 'greeted' him, the man had
thought he wasn't going to put anything to chance. The teacher went to push
himself up as quick as he could, 'best to be up on his feet before the girl
was ... ... ' WHACK! UUUUWWWHHH!

But before he got fully upright Jess had made her move. The young girl had
seen the man trying to get himself upwards and was going to put a stop to that
straight away. She was going to start this 'session' off the way she was going
to carry on! Even though those boots where large, too big for her, plus they
were heavy, even so the girl had moved her leg fast, even with that extra
weight on the end. She'd moved her foot so easily, so fast that Simon hadn't
stood a chance as the multi-coloured boot came up, swinging around and
slamming into the side of his face as his head moved upwards.

The boot went driving into his head, it shook the man, sending a shattering,
stinging electric shock, whizzing around inside his head. At the same time, it
sent a very painful dull, cold feeling to the outside of his head. The blow
made Simon drop back downs, his knees hit the wooden floor, but somehow the
man managed to put his arm out to stop himself falling all the way back down.
His hand slapped into the wooden floor and even though his arm shook he held
himself there. A natural reaction in saving himself from falling or an act of
defiance against the schoolgirl? Whichever it was, Jess was going to make him
pay for not going down fully, so THUD! OOOUUUHHHH!

The redhead girl sent her other boot into the man, as his punishment for not
going down the first time. This time she kicked out into his already sore gut,
there was another red mark that appeared there as once again he gasped,
gulping in as much air as he could to replace what had just been kicked out of
him. THUD! Another sharp, and even harder blow from the schoolgirl and her new
teacher went up. His body was lifted off the floor, not that high, but high
enough to please the girl and make her point!

Quite pleased with herself, the girl sent in the large heavy boot one more
time, back into his body, but much, much herder this time. Into his gut and
this time sending the man not just up and off the floor, but twisting him,
turning him over so he now went rolling across the well-polished floor. Three,
four times he rolled holding his hurt stomach area after the vicious kicks
he'd received and again all he could do was to try desperately to take in as
much air as he could.

When he came to a halt Simon was still holding his body, still filing his
lungs, and just as he'd done that the messy, tempting Jess was onto him again.
Those hands of hers, with the black lace fingerless gloves came down and
gripped onto his bare shoulders. The girls grip was firm, her fingers dug into
his skin and then up he came, sharp and rapidly she hauled him upwards. He
tried to struggle but the redhead stopped that with her knee, WHACK!

The knee struck his chest, then it carried on, she forced her knee up further
and into the bottom of his chin, a kind of double blow, that hurt and stopped
the man from struggling against her wishes. She manhandled his hurt body
upwards, with him up on his feet the man managed to open his eyes. As he
focused, all he could see was red hair, then his eyes moved down and now he
was looking into the face of Jess. He could see all those very noticeable
freckles, the ones that went from one side of her 'plain' face, over that
little nose and across to the other side. All he could think was 'there's
something about this girl that ... ... !' CRUNCH! UUUUUUUHHHHH!

At this point the girl could see his obviously eyes taking in how she looked,
it was always a good thing to be noticed, but for Jess this was just another
reason to make this man suffer! So, the girl couldn't resist giving a 'slight'
tap with her knee to his groin, and much to the amusement of Jess who
delivered the blow and Nikki who was still sat there watching all this, the
room filled with the kind of groan only a man can make when he's hurt 'down
there!'

With that done and the 'fun' over, the redhead now twisted her body and flung
the man over to the side, Simon, stumbled awkwardly across the open floor. He
tried to stay up on his feet, his arms went everywhere to try and keep his
balance, to prevent himself from falling. But he was going only one way, he
was heading towards Nikki and where she sat!

As he tumbled her way the man could make out what was happening and where he
was heading. His brain filled with a thousand messages all saying 'this was a
very bad thing!' And indeed, this was a very bad thing, epically as he now saw
... ... 'Shit!' As he went heading towards the dark-haired girl with her
plaited pigtails, peering over her glasses, he saw, almost in slow motion what
she did next!

Nikki just stared at the man falling her way, her arms and hands where already
resting on the arms of the chair so it was an easy movement to just push
herself upwards and then she shot her foot out, and SMACK! The mischievous and
alluring schoolgirl sent her sensible school shoe straight into the falling
face of the man as he was about to tumble down onto her! The sole of her shoe
slammed hard into his falling face, there was a muffle cry of extreme pain
from the teacher as he suffered the schoolgirls devastating strike.

The sole of Nikki's shoe striking his face causes the man's nose to spurt
blood everywhere, the blow also sent a rush of serious pain through his head
and made his mind filling with bright lights and then darkness. But not total
darkness, he was still in a state to suffer some more! Simon went stumbling
backward after his face hit that shoe. He went rearwards, but his wobbling
feet somehow managing to keep him upright, if only just. As he staggered back
his body also was turning around which was good for Jess. The girl, the
redhead, was ready for the man as he was returned back to her, the floundering
man who had no control over his body as he thrashed across the room towards
her.

As he fell towards the redhead, this girl was also ready for him, THUD!
ARRRHHHHH! Jess grabbed onto one of his thrashing arms, held it tight then
sharply turned her own body, taking the taller man over her shoulder and
slamming him down to the floor. Either a well-practiced judo kind of throw or
maybe the girl was just good at getting men down quickly to her feet!

As Simon was again tossed over and his back was slammed into the floor the man
jolted, his spine arched as the pain shot through his body, a moment or two
later and he was still in incredible agony and discomfort. Jess just smirked
as she stood close by, looking down at him and enjoying his embarrassment and
misery. Nikki was now back on her feet, after shooting her foot into his face
the girl had pushed herself fully out of the chair and was now making her way
over to where her friend had dropped the man, their new teacher.

On the floor and Simon's body was shaking as he tried to deal with the pain,
his eyes where tight shut so he'd no idea that the schoolgirl Nikki was almost
there next to him. But he did find this out when ... ... THUD! ARRRRHHHHHH! As
she got close to the man, lying there on the floor, Nikki gave a childish
little skip, then hopped up into the air. In fact, she pushed herself quite
high, so maybe it was a jump and not a hop.

But all that didn't matter, what did matter was when she came down, and she
came down hard and straight onto the man on the floor. The girl dropped down,
her knees slammed into the man's chest and now the schoolgirl had her man
pinned to the floor. As she struck, Simon's whole body jerked, his arms and
legs flew out and hit the floor too, and just at this moment Jess stepped
closer and stepped onto the man's two hands and wrist.

Now the teacher had one schoolgirl stood on his outstretched wrists, pinning
him down while another schoolgirl was knelt on his chest. The man soon
realized that he was well and truly trapped there on the floor by the girls!

There didn't seem to be anyway of escape out of this, Simon had tried to get
his head clear, shake it so he could try and see what was going on. But as he
looked behind him to Jess painfully stood on his wrists and then turned his
head to see Nikki knelt on his chest the man knew ... ... 'Shit!' As he looked
up Nikki pulled the stick out of her mouth, her lollipop was finished. The
girl, without any real expression on her face just looked down at the man and
at the same time she put her hands into her blazer pockets and brought out her
lighter and packet of cigarettes.

Nikki took out and lit a cigarette, then returned the items to her pocket,
took a deep breath and then blew a long lungful of smoke out. She looked down
at the man, who although his wrists where still being stood on, and the girl
Nikki was still knelt on his sore chest all this seem to not matter as he had
this though that what was about to follow would be even worse! With one hand
holding onto the cigarette that was now returned to her mouth, Nikki's other
hand now came down towards the man. Simon instinctively flinched as he saw the
girls hand come close, which amused both the schoolgirl's.

But he'd needn't worry, just yet, the girls hand came down slowly onto his
bare, sore, chest, then her hand moved leisurely over his still sweaty
muscular pecs. Again, Nikki used her fingers, but this time she was a bit more
'firmer' as her nails dug in, deep, and where dragged across his chest.
Simon's body shock as the girl's nails where imbedded into him, a sense of
pain, pleasure and foreboding as to what was coming next!

Nikki too the cigarette out her mouth, she blows the smoke downwards, in the
direction of Simon's face and then she grinned. The girls hand with that
cigarette now also comes down, down towards the man's bare chest and ... ... !

And that was where the video stopped.

The man watching the video was Owen, Nikki's Uncle, this was the man that had
been on the receiving end of many 'sessions' from the schoolgirl. He'd been
there from the start and during her transformation for just a normal little
girl, into a bit of a tease, then into a blackmailer. That was how this Uncle
and Niece's 'relationship' had started. The man had made a mistake, an affair
with Nikki's Mother, and Nikki had found this out and blackmailed the man,
shoes, concert tickets that sort of thing, then it had 'changed!' But for
Uncle Owen there was something else there, something about his Niece that he
couldn't ... ... !

It had been a mistake the man had made but somehow, he couldn't find the
strength to break away from her, not even when she started to beat him. When
she became more and more dominate and mischievous, more and more spiteful and
vicious, more and more controlling of her Uncle. She used him to amuse herself
and her friend Jess, and more and more she enslaved the man, her Uncle. Or was
it that it just amused her, and Jess, to have this devoted man that couldn't,
no matter how hard he tried to get away from them, he always seemed to come
back for more, maybe that was what amused the girls the most!

It had been half an hour or so ago when Uncle Owen had left work and got into
his car, and just at that moment the man had received a text message with a
video attached. He hadn't recognised the number, and was going to delete it as
some random SPAM, but the message 'watch this Uncle' did raise his interest.
He knew the number wasn't Nikki's, but the use of the word 'Uncle' could
easily be his Niece playing one of her little games with him, again, so he had
to watch it!

The Uncle watched the video, he watched as the camera panned around the room.
He'd guessed that it was a school assembly hall or something like that, it had
look about it. Owen had seen the youthful man working out with the punchbag
and he'd watched as Nikki; his Niece had come into the room. At that point
Uncle Owen felt a pain deep in his gut, seeing his Niece alone in that room
with another man, the feeling got worse. But he had to carry on watching and
when he saw the man kiss his Niece, that had really brought the jealously out
in Owen.

But as he'd watched what happened next, what Nikki and Jess had then done the
jealously got worse. This man knew only too well what it was like to be
dominated and beat by Nikki, Uncle Owen also knew what Jess could do as well,
and how that felt! After watching his Niece and her friend beat up the man
Owen didn't know if he was glad that the man had been beat or resentful that
it hadn't been him there kissing Nikki, and then receiving his due beating,
after that wonderful moment! Owen watched the video again and again, each time
the knot in his stomach got tighter and tighter as his feelings for what he
was watching got more and more confusing to him.

Eventually the man tossed him phone over onto the passenger seat, he couldn't
bare to watch the video another time. He started the car and drove off, unsure
of where he was going what he was think, all he could see in his head was that
image of Nikki kissing the man and then flashes of the beating he'd received.
But there was this one question that kept coming to the forefront of Owen's
mind, 'what happened to the man after the camera stopped filming?' What indeed
happened to Simon's what did Nikki and Jess do with him and to him?

With all this going around and around inside his head, the man just drove and
it was later, Owen didn't know how much later, but later when finally, he
pulled his car over and came to a stop. He looked around as he hadn't really
got a clue where he'd been or where he was, and as he stared around the
street, 'OH!'

He knew exactly where he was, was it by accident, was it something
subconscious, he didn't know, but he did know where he was now. Owen was sat
parked opposite the school that his Niece Nikki and of course Jess, went to,
now how much of a coincident was that! The man sat there for a little bit long
and couldn't resist watching the video once again, then he got out and slowly
walked across the road to the school. He didn't know why he was doing this, it
just seemed something he had to do.

Owen walked up the front of the school, just looking through the railing at
the buildings beyond them, but there was no one there, no one to be seen, the
school looked deserted, as it should be during the holidays. Then when he came
to one of the large meatal railing gates, he noticed it was slightly open.
Just a little bit, it was almost as if it was temping him to push it a little
further and come on in! Which is what he did, he pushed on the gate, there was
a slight squeaking noise as if it needed to be oiled and the next thing he
knew, Owen was walking around the large building in front of him. Walking
around to try and ... ... and there was a side door, just a little bit open,
and again it seemed to be inviting him to take those few extra steps and come
inside!

A moment later and the man was stood in one of the schools' long dark
corridors, the only sound was that of his shoes slowly taking him further down
the hallway to the double doors at the very far end. He was heading this way
as there had been a sign straight in front of him as he came through that side
door, the sign said 'Assembly Hall' and pointed towards it, that was where
Owen was sure the video had been filmed, so he headed that way.

At the double doors to the hall he pushed on them and went inside. The room
was dark due to curtains being drawn closed or mostly drawn. Owen looked
around and found the light switches near to the door and flicked them all,
only two lights came on they were dim but provide enough light to see by,
almost. The doors seemed to close on their own as he walked in and the sound
of them banging shut filled the room, it also made the man jump as he was now
feeling just a little bit 'nervous!'

He shook himself as if trying to work that nervousness out his body, and
walked over to the center of the room where there was a pile of box's, creates
and wicker type baskets. There was also an old leather punchbag hanging down
from the ceiling, the more that the man looked around the more he saw, the
more he recognised all this. This was defiantly the room from the video!

Then something caught his attention on the floor near to his feet, he knelt
down to investigate. These was a used lollipop stick, a cigarette butt and
blood stains on the well-polished wooden floor. Clear signs that his Niece,
Nikki had been here! There was no doubt about it this was the ... ... ,
'giggle!' A muffled girly laugh sent a shiver down his spine, the man's head
shot up as he anxiously and very quickly looked around, 'There!'

There at the end of the dimly light area, just past a line of three chairs was
someone, on the edge of the shadows. Owen could see that it was a girl, a
young girl and that gave him a nasty feeling, but it wasn't his Niece Nikki or
her friend Jess, so that was a bit of a relief. Even though the shadows
covered some of the girl, Owen could still make out that she was, like a
couple of other girl's he 'knew', a schoolgirl. She was dressed in her uniform
which looked the same as what Nikki and Jess would wear, she was also a plain
looking girl, from what Owen could make out but there was blond hair. As the
girl was still giggling and her head moved in and out of the shadows that fell
across her face. As he looked the man was sure he kind of recognised her, she
was one of his Niece's friends, 'Oh!'

It was now that Owen also noticed that the girl was holding up her phone, it
was facing him, where he was standing near to the punchbag, then it all fell
into place 'she was the one who had filmed Nikki and Jess and what they had
done to that man!' Even though Owen had not known who the man was he'd guess
he was probably a teacher or something like that. And by the way he'd kissed
Nikki and then got beat up by the two girls, Uncle Own also guessed that the
man was like him, another 'plaything' for the girls to amuse themselves with!

Sammie was still giggling to herself as she looked over at today's second man,
she checked to make sure he, Owen, was clearly in the middle of the picture
and carried on with her filming. Then, BANG! Owen jumped which made Sammie
giggle and laugh even more, he turned at the same time to see 'who' had now
came into the hall through those double doors. Who had opened them, stepped
inside, thrown the doors close and joined him, even though he knew who it
would be, he had to turn around and see that it was his Niece, Nikki!

The schoolgirl was still dressed in her uniform and looking as innocent,
mischievous and rebellious as ever. She stood there with one leg at a jaunty
angle, her hips slightly dipping to one side and her hands in her blazer
pockets. There was a lollipop stick protruding out of the corner of her mouth,
and she had that unnerving unimpressed expression on her plain, yet alluring
face, as she stared at her Uncle. The room was deadly silent for a while as
Uncle and Niece looked, started at each other, and while Sammie carried on
filming this, then BANG!

Once again Owen jumped out of his skin at the sudden noise from behind him,
his head spun around as if in some defensive mechanism and there was Jess! 'Oh
My!' The redhead schoolgirl had obviously had another route around amongst the
cloths, props and costumes and was now dressed in a pair of quite obvious
cowboy boots, and the man hoped the spurs on these where indeed just props!
Then bare legs up to a pair of cut of jean shorts, there was a bit of midriff
as the t-shirt she had on, which was a bit on the small size, a black garment
with a large white skull tightly pulled across her chest. The redheaded Jess
then had an old long leather coat that went all the way down to the floor, it
was too big for her so there was a bit of the coat on the floor. She'd tried
to push the sleeve up but it looked as if they wouldn't stay there and where
falling back down, and of course it was pushed open to the sides to show off
her new outfit. The girl also had in her hand a quite menacing looking cricket
bat! TAP! TAP!

Uncle Owen's attention was brought back to Nikki who, while he'd been taking
in how the dressed-up Jess now looked, his Niece had moved closer to her Uncle
and for the man she was now stood uncomfortably close to him! The tapping
noise had come from the cane that Nikki had in one of her hands as she gently
hit the end of it on the well-polished wooden floor, as if she was 'testing'
the cane out, getting it ready to be used!

With schoolgirl Nikki on one side of him and dressed up Jess on the other
side, with his Niece tapping that cane and with the redhead now swinging that
cricket bat, practicing her strokes, the man, Owen, Uncle Owen was now very
scared. And all the time the other schoolgirl Sammie was filming all of this.
Just at that moment there seemed to be the sound of a low groan, Owen's eyes
flicked over to the punchbag that was hanging there, that was where the sound
hand come from. Then the bag started to move and it slowly began to turn, spin
around, 'Oh Shit'

As the punchbag came slowly around, there tied to it was the man from the
video, tied up with a rope by his wrist to the top of the bag. That was where
the schoolgirls had left him, dangling there. His body was back and blue, red
marks covered his face and upper body, there was blood and cuts to his body.
He looked as if he'd had the crap beaten out of him, which is probably what
the girls had done to him, Owen thought! But the two girls ignore this, Niece
Nikki took a couple of steps closer to Uncle Owen, Jess took a few steps
nearer to the man and Owen instinctively scurried to the side to put some
distance between him and these girls.

Captivated by the girls he may be, fascinated and unable to break away from
Nikki and her friend, Owen most defiantly was. But even for him fear of the
girl's made him back away until there was no escape. Both girls came slowly
towards him, as he backed away, step by step keeping both girl's in his
eyesight. Waiting for one or the other or both to make their move. He took
another and another step backwards, but the girls now stopped and just stood
there staring at him.

He took another step backwards, putting some more distance between him and
them, 'but why had they stopped? Why had Nikki and Jess just stopped and not
... ... ' THUD! ARRRRHHHH! The blow to the base of his spin was hard, sharp
and sent an electrifying pain through his body as he dropped down to his
knees. Behind the man and Sammie giggle some more, her hand now grabbed onto
his hair and she yanked his head backwards so he was now looking up at her,
the new girl who was looking down into his scared face. Sammie liked this,
'yes she liked this new game', and she wanted to play it some more ... ... !