Mark Jackson - Lynn_s Naughty Uncle

"Good. Second, the pictures that I take of you will be distributed across the country, here and back in Asia and Australia. They will be made up into sets and sold as pure pornography. Your lovely face will become very well known to those collectors of special, expensive pornography. Understand?"

Lori opened her mouth to protest, but then shut up. She nodded again, a few tears welling up in her eyes.

Lynn smiled at her sister.

"Lori," she said quietly, "you can still back out of this."

Lori looked up at Lynn. She thought about it carefully. Her face, known to collectors of filth? Her bared body, viewed by anyone with the money to buy a set of pictures? And what did Wes mean by… doing what he wanted? Something special… for the pictures?

Lori hesitated.

"If… please, Lynnie… Wes… please just fuck me in my ass! Please just fuck me! I need it so bad! I need it so, so bad… "

Wes felt his cock begin to rise as he watched this tender youngster begging for cock, his cock!

His speech about the pornography had been bullshit, said just to frighten the girl. And his speech about loving Lynn had been almost bullshit, said for Lynn's benefit, so she wouldn't run off yelling rape to her father-but he had to admit, he did love her. But Lynn seemed to be thinking about marriage! She was young enough to be his daughter! Wes hadn't really considered the possibility until this moment. Marry Lynn? Hmmmmmm… why not? She was stunning, her tits were gigantic, she was a really delightful girl, interesting and exciting and one of the best lays he'd ever had!

He turned his attention back toward Lynn, cocking his head and looking her over very carefully. She was baffled by his strange frown, but found it intensely exciting. She began to feel the warmth of desire creeping over her loins again, and she reached out a delicate hand to touch his cheek.

She smiled at him.

He smiled back, nodding.

He leaned over and whispered something in Lynn's ear that Lori couldn't hear. Lynn glanced at her sister, then nodded with a beautiful smile at Wes.

"We're going to gag you, Lori," Wes told the girl. Lynn found the ball gag that Wes had used on her, and brought it to him.

"You do it, Lynnie," he said.

Lynn lifted the rubber ball to her sister's lips. Lori looked at the huge thing, then tentatively opened her lips, opened her jaws wide as the rubber ball was fitted between her jaws. She turned around as Lynn brought the loose ends of the rope behind her neck and tied it off, fairly tightly. The ball was pulled firmly back into her mouth.

Wes set to work binding Lori's legs together at her slim ankles.

"Lift your dress up!"

She pulled upward on the front of her gown, revealing her stockinged ankles.

"Place your feet together! Closer!"

Lori pressed her legs tightly together, and Wes wrapped a length of clothesline around them several times, then stuffed the loose end between her ankles, pulling the binding even tighter.

"Now lift your dress higher! Above your knees!"

As she did this, Lori felt another rope being passed around her logs just above her knees. This rope was drawn very tight, binding her legs together.

"Lower your dress!"

She did as she was commanded. The dress completely hid her bound legs. Her wrists were beginning to feel numb from the tightness of the ropes binding them, and her jaws already ached from the huge rubber ball filling her mouth.

But she looked lovely!

A thin line of drool slipped down over her chin, and made a tiny wet spot on her dress, over her right tit.

"Ummmmm… " Wes said, appreciating beauty in any form.

Lynn, too, was impressed with her sister's loveliness, and femininity, and sweetly bound small body! She could have made love to this creature herself!

She wondered what it would be like, to bring her own sister to climax. To feel her own sister twitching and jerking in the throes of ecstasy beneath her body!

Lynn reached out a gentle hand and pressed her palm firmly over Lori's small breast, finding her tiny but hardened nipple with her thumb, even under the girl's dress and slip and bra…

Lori moaned, closed her eyes.

"Lori! Sit down on the floor!" Wes commanded.

Lori looked up for help, but neither her sister nor her uncle offered a hand to help her get down onto the floor. She was on her own. She bent over, squatting down a little, but found the binding around her legs was too tight to let her bend her legs enough to sit down simply. And the gag prevented her from begging them to help her, or complaining that she was going to hurt herself if she fell hard on the floor.

Lynn and Wes watched the girl's struggle.

Finally, Lori dropped quickly to her knees, then rolled over to her side. She hit hard, and cried out into the gag. Then she lay still.

She felt her hands on her ankles again, this time tying a long length of rope to the rope already binding her ankles. Then she felt her feet being drawn upward, off the floor! But she was on her stomach! And as her legs were drawn upward, then her thighs were lifted off the floor, her entire weight began to crush her small breasts against the floor!

Lori was forced to lift her head, arch her back and neck as far backward as she could, to prevent her face from suffering the same crushing fate as her tit ties!

She moaned loudly into the ball gag!

Her breasts felt as though they were being mashed! She could barely breathe!

Then, suddenly, the crushing weight eased, and she felt her shoulders being lifted… by Wes!

"Pull harder, Lynn!"

And Lori's legs flew upward behind and above her! Then Wes lowered her head and shoulders, until Lori was actually hanging upside-down from the pipe in the ceiling!

The blood rushed to her bead, causing her to blush bright red! Her breath came in great ragged gasps through her nose! But this was what she had asked for!

Lynn and Wes stepped back a few paces and admired their handiwork. Lynn slipped her arm around her uncle's waist, and Wes placed his around his niece's shoulder, letting his hand dangle downward over her bare left tit, rubbing her nipple with his thumb and forefinger.

"Well, Lynnie! What do you think of Lori now?"

"I think she's extremely beautiful, uncle Wes!"

"So do I! So do I!"

Lori's long dress had fallen down toward the floor, fully covering her bound arms and gagged lace! And fully baring her long and dark-stockinged legs, and her tight panties, and her bare, taut belly!

Lori screamed and screamed into her gag!

Hanging upside-down, the blood rushed to her head… and it HURT! It throbbed in her brain, and felt like it was going to explode out of her eyes and temples!

God! Help me!

The terrified youngster tried to shout around the ball in her mouth, but only a muffled moan escaped her drooling lips! And she was drooling into her own nose!

Upside-down, she was buried under her own dress!

She was suffocating!

She was fainting!

And suddenly, she was flat on her back on the floor! Her breathing was hard and fast, and she moaned and rolled her head from side to side, trying to regain her senses!

"Oh, Lori! It's all right, honey!"

That was Lynn's voice!

Lori opened her eyes, gazed upward into her sister's wonderful face.

Lynn was smiling down at her.

Wes was standing up behind her, stroking Lynn's hair.

"We knew you couldn't stand it for very long, honey!" Wes said. "Nobody could. The human body isn't built for hanging upside-down!"

Lori smiled weakly.

"I was making a fool of myself, wasn't I?"

Lynn gently stroked her sister's hair out of her face.

"Lori," she said, "we know how horny you are… and we understand your frustration… and your need to be fucked. If you want to be fucked in your asshole… then uncle Wes will fuck you there!"