Ass-fucking was her dream of real sex!
But watching her sister being tied up had excited her, too! How helpless Lynn must have felt! How… submissive! Lori longed to be submissive to some strong-willed animal of a man, a man who would bind her arms behind her, and rip her panties down her legs and fuck her asshole and cunt without bothering to ask her permission, without caring about hurting her or pleasing her! But she knew she would be pleased! She dreamed of being raped, being tied down to some table or bed in an old shed somewhere and fucked and fucked and fucked!
But she also knew this desire arose out of her youth and inexperience. One of her girlfriends had actually been raped, and it had been a nightmare of pain and mental torture for the poor girl… not at all like Lori's dreams… Lori had no real conception of how badly a female body could be hurt, she didn't really understand sex or men or lust or love… she only dreamed… and her dreams were far from reality, as dreams should be… pleasant dreams of tight bondage… but the actuality was never there… the real pain of rope and rape…
Intellectually, the youngster knew her dreams were dangerous, but emotionally, in her youth and innocence, she longed for it, lusted for it, and dressed for it… dressed in her feminine best, kept her body freshly washed and clean and sweet-smelting.
And it never entered her mind that Lynn might be jealous of her!
Lynn was so lovely and big, so tall and well-developed! How could such a magnificent creature ever be envious of a little thing like Lori?
She dismissed the thought as ridiculous!
She wanted Wes to do everything to her, but Wes was not cooperating at all, and neither was her sister. She didn't want to be the aggressor, she wanted to be submissive!
'Tie me up,' she said simply.
'How?' Wes said with a smite.
'Like you Lori began, thinking that she would like to be tied up like her sister had been, but then decided quickly that it might just bore her uncle, or make him laugh at her. So she thought quickly.
'Tie me… upside-down… by my ankles from that pipe in the ceiling!' she said with little gasps, screwing up her courage to take the worst she could imagine!
'Upside-down?'
Lori nodded, her sweet little face serious, intense.
'Yes. Lynn can help. Tie the rope around my ankles, then I'll sit on the floor and you can hoist me up.'
'Hmmmmm… Well, it might work,' Wes said, his voice filled with sudden interest.
'Lynn,' he called, 'come here and give me a hand, will you?'
Lori's sister got up out of the chair and came over to the two. She had brought some short lengths of clothesline, handed them to her uncle.
'Okay, Lori. Are you sure?'
Lori nodded firmly.
'Put your hands behind your back and cross your wrists.'
It was a command that the young girl eagerly obeyed. She thrilled at the touch of her uncle's hands, wrapping the rope around her incredibly thin wrists, pulling it tight enough to cut off the circulation, then tying it off in a knot.
When Wes finished tying the child's wrists, he turned her around to face him.
'Lori, I'm going to do what you have suggested. I'll hang you from the ceiling by your ankles. And then I'll photograph you, and I'll even give you a full set of the pictures. And when I'm done photographing you, I'll cut you down, and I'll luck you. I'll luck you in your cunt, and I'll luck you in your asshole.
'But those are the things you want.
'You're going to have to do what I want, too! I'll tell you what those things are as we go along. But for now, I want you to understand two things.
'First, I love Lynn: I love your sister, and our fucking was done out of love for each other. Now, I care about you very much, but it is your sister that I really love, and who I want to be with. Understand?'
Lori lowered her eyes, blushed, nodded like a little girl.
'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.
