Consequences Ch. 07

Author's Note: This is another double request. Enjoy!

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It was becoming almost a routine now, having some kind of intense sexual interlude with my Uncle Max and then avoiding him afterwards. I can't really be blamed for avoiding him this time though. I was much more ashamed than usual; I'd stuck around the house, completely sober, in the hopes of having sex with my Uncle. Instead I'd been tied to a chair and watched while he spanked another woman and then rode her to screaming orgasm, before finishing in her ass... and then I'd sucked him off and he'd eaten me out to my own screaming orgasm. A girl needs some time to deal with that kind of stuff, especially when she's spent her entire life being good like me.

Visiting Grandma that week was especially rough. She wasn't getting any worse, but she wasn't getting any better either, so I knew that she wasn't going to be coming back to the house anytime soon to force me back into my normal role of being the perfect granddaughter. My Uncle Max spent some time on the phone with his own daughter, and I'd talked to her a bit too, reminding me of our age differences and the fact that hellooooooooooooooooo my desires are incredibly perverted. I hung out with Dana. I chatted on the phone with Kris and we even went out to dinner although nothing happened, and I told him that I had to be home earlier than I really did in order to avoid spending too much time with him. Kris was nice but he didn't turn me on the way Uncle Max did.

I'd like to say that I was perfectly behaved during this time, but it wasn't true. I was avoiding my Uncle, sure, but that didn't mean I was successfully avoiding my desires. When he was in the shower I would wait just inside the door to my bedroom, peeking through the crack for when he'd walk down the hallway in nothing but a towel. I fantasized about him constantly. When it became too much, I'd go into his bedroom while he wasn't home and masturbate on his bed. While I couldn't duplicate the intense ecstasy that he'd brought to me, my orgasms were always better when I was on his bed, surrounded by his masculine sent and pretending that he was pile driving into my virginal pussy. A pussy that was slightly less virginal now that he'd had his fingers and tongue in it.

For two and a half weeks I got away with it. My good girl side was happy because I wasn't doing anything to provoke my Uncle. My bad girl side was happy because I was in his bed, being naughty. Life was good. It seemed like everything was finally going my way. I could indulge this new, wild child that I'd discovered while still fulfilling my need to be good.

But good things never last.

One day Uncle Max came home. And because my luck is the way it is, I was too busy masturbating on his bed to hear the door open and close downstairs, or the sound of his footsteps coming up the stairs and down the hall. Naked and moaning, with my fingers buried in my pussy, I was completely unaware of my surroundings until hands clamped down on my wrists, pulling them from my pussy. Something metal and hard clicked and I found my arms being forced above my head as my eyes flew open.

"Uncle Max!"

Not like it would be anyone else, but I was lost somewhere between pleasure town and the perverted house of horrors, half wondering if this was just a particularly vivid fantasy that my subconscious had sprung on me. Uncle Max didn't respond, his eyes were lit with fury and his lips were tightly drawn. I'm ashamed to say that it took him less than a minute to get me secured and subdued with my hands above my head, chain of the cuffs looped around one of the rails in the headboard, and some kind of pole that he attached with cuffs around my thighs to my knees. The ends up the pole were tied quickly to the headboard as well, keeping my body bent almost double. My creamy pussy was completely vulnerable even before he did something to elongate the pole, wrenching it apart and forcing my knees open.

The entire time I begged, pleading for forgiveness and promising good behavior. Considering my track record with him, I can't entire blame him for ignoring me. But he didn't gag me either. I think he was getting off on hearing me beg for him. As he reached under the bed for something else I recklessly promised to do 'anything' for him if he'd just let me go this one time.

Uncle Max laughed, the first noise he'd made since entering the room. "If you hadn't noticed, sweet slutty niece, I can already have anything I want from you. I wouldn't even need to tie you up to do it. This isn't about me right now, it's about you being punished for your indiscretions. You're a horny little slut and I'm going to give you what you need so that you will stay the fuck out of my room unless you've been invited in."

I couldn't help it. The word 'punishment' just made me even wetter. I had no idea what my Uncle had in store for me.

He lay down what looked like a personal massager attached to a long pole next to me and then went to his desk of drawers, ignoring my pleas which had started right back up again. Still ignoring me, he climbed onto the bed beside me and leaned over, sucking my hard little pebble of a nipple into his mouth. Immediately I stopped pleading and started moaning. Uncle Max was right, I was a horny slut, and the more he touched me, the hornier I got. This was so much better than any of my fantasies about him.

At least, it was right up until he attached something to my nipple, something that pinched it hard. I squealed and jerked, trying to shake it off, but as my boob bounced around I realized that just made it hurt worse, so I stopped. By this time my Uncle had walked around to the other side of the bed and was leaning over to suck on my other nipple. I stared down in horror at the pincher thing clamped around my sensitive bud, keeping it hard and throbbing on my chest. It hurt, but the pulses of pain seemed to be lining up with the clenching of my hungry pussy. Was I enjoying this too? Maybe I was even more of a perverted slut than I realized. I shrieked and pleaded with my Uncle, to no avail, as he attached a clamp to my other nipple as well.

On the bright side I was symmetrical with the exquisite pain now. And I realized that I was more turned on than ever as he slid a plastic toy shaped like a penis into my eager cunt. There was no need for any thrusting or extra lubrication, I was so tight that the thing slid right in, filling me up wonderfully. It was my first experience with anything resembling a cock inside of me and I was already loving the sensation. Then Uncle Max lubed up a plug, which I protested out of form more than real indignation. As soon as he had it lodged in my tight little ass he flicked on the vibrations in it. My pussy clenched around the silent rubber as my ass hummed and buzzed. I started moaning and gyrating my hips up and down as much as I could in my position - which was not a lot.

Uncle Max smirked at me as he took the massager to the end of the bed and attached the pole to the foot, adjusting it so that the round head of the thing pressing against my engorged clit. I rubbed my hips up and down against it like a horny dog, not caring that my Uncle was seeing my lewd behavior. I was too horny and excited to dredge up anymore reluctance. The rubbing to me so close to climax, I had closed my eyes in anticipation of the event, so I didn't see my Uncle press the on button.

Vibrations pulsed through me, hitting my clit and expanding outwards through my body. I screamed as the sudden orgasm hit me like a freight train, my hole tightening down on the toys inside of me. Uncle Max's weight shifted the bed and then I felt his hands at my pussy lips, the toy in my hot little hole starting to move back and forth as he fucked me with it. Just as I came from my first orgasm, I was already on my way back up to the next one.

I tugged at the handcuffs, my thighs struggling against the pole between my knees, the incredible pleasure washing through me with an intensity like nothing I'd ever experienced.

"UNCLE MAX!" I screamed, between gasps and moans, cries of intense pleasure. The second orgasm hit me like a freight train, humming through my body and making me writhe against the ties that he'd bound me with. What's worse, my helplessness only turned me on more.

My body was shaking as it came down from the second orgasm and yet I could already feel a third one building. It almost hurt. My swollen pussy was so oversensitive, the muscles unused to gripping something inside of it for so long, and yet there was nothing I could do. I whimpered, arching my back as my Uncle stared down at me, licking his lips.

"Such a horny slut, aren't you Jenny?"

"Please," I begged. "Please make it stop."

He looked at me consideringly. "I'll make some of it stop."

I felt disappointment and relief in equal parts. My body was fighting the third orgasm that I could feel coming, sure that I couldn't handle that much intense pleasure this quickly. Then my Uncle removed the clamps on my nipples and throbbing pain burst on my chest as blood went surging back into the sensitive red buds. I screamed my ecstasy as the exquisite agony went shooting through my body, setting off a chain reaction in my pussy that pushed me over the edge. This orgasm went on for even longer than the first two, leaving me weak and sobbing by the end of it.

My nipples burned wonderfully, tingling on my chest, as my ass and clit continued to vibrate, my pussy clenching weakly around the dildo filling it. With tears in my eyes I blinked up at my Uncle. The smoldering lust in his eyes told me that he was enjoying my orgasm torture, reveling in his power over my body. Every nerve in my skin felt like it was humming with sexual energy, as if he could make me cum just by stroking his finger down my arm because I was so oversensitive.

"Please, please, please," I begged. Already my body was prepping for another orgasm, my bound and splayed pussy unable to do anything to stop the over stimulation of my most delicate parts. I could feel juices running down my cracks. My insides felt sloshy with the overabundance of cream that my Uncle had forced from me.

Uncle Max climbed up onto the bed, and for the first time I noticed that he had stripped down. His huge cock was jutting out in front of him again, rock hard from watching my young, bound body thrashing on the bed. Carefully he stepped over one of the ropes holding the pole between my knees to the headboard, straddling my upper body. I had just enough brain power to notice that his dick was shiny looking as he knelt over my chest. Pushing my breasts together he began to rock his hips back and forth, sliding his cock between the valley of my mounds. He was fucking my tits.

"Please!" I cried out. "Do whatever you want, just make it stop!"

"I am doing whatever I want," Uncle Max said, his eyes glinting down at me. "I'll stop when you learn who's in charge."

As in, not me. Like I could somehow miss that. Releasing one of my breasts, Uncle Max turned his upper torso. For a moment I thought he was going to at least remove the vibrator on my clit, which felt like it had blown up to three times it normal size. Instead I ended up screaming with torturous rapture as the vibrations increased, the buzzing against my tender and exposed pussy doubling while I lay helpless. This orgasm seemed to go on forever, splintering me apart. I'm not sure that I didn't pass out for a few moments but when I came to I was still cumming.

I screamed and begged and sobbed, the entire time Uncle Max kept fucking my tits, pinching the nipples as he slid himself back and forth. I was barely aware of the frothy cum spattering across the upper part of my chest and dripping down my neck, other than as a hot liquid that went searing through me, taking me even higher. My body was a huge, shuddering mass of rippling pleasure that never ended.

I must have passed out again because the next time I opened my eyes I was in my bed along, my legs spread far apart as if even in my sleep I was doing everything I could to keep anything from touching my poor pussy. Blearily I rubbed my eyes and looked under the covers. My pussy was red and swollen looking, my clit still poking out from the lips, overextended. I didn't even bother trying to touch any part of that, I just winced and put the covers back down before falling back asleep, dreaming of the perversions of my Uncle Max.