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story_codes: MF/g(10), incest, bondage, cons

story_intro: Ross has it all - a great-paying job in computer graphic animation, a kinky girlfriend, a popular underground animated porn series, and a precociously adorable niece, Carmen. One weekend, Carmen discovers her uncle's pornographic games and notices the similarity between her and the series' underage heroine. She is both curious and unsure but when Ross' girlfriend intervenes, the preteen is about to have some adventures to match her digital counterpart.  



story_language: English



Rendering Carmen

Written by madvlad


	The zombie reared up, its eyes a hellish yellow and with strands of gore from recently living flesh hanging from its graying teeth. With a deadly speed that belied its morbid state, it bolted forward before the tell-tale neon green stream of an explosive tracer round zoomed in and connected with the creature's right eye socket.

	In a gruesome rainbow of fire and decaying flesh, the thing's head exploded. The body, with only a smoldering stump where the neck had been, dropped bonelessly down while shards of skull and brain matter landed on the brick wall in a Friday the Thirteenth-inspired tie-dye pattern. Gobs of the latter sizzled as they slid down.

	"Now that's a splatter," Didi remarked approvingly as she idly fingered a lock of her purple hair.

	Ross nodded in the chair next to her as the video sequence on the huge, HD computer monitor finished. There were plenty of shoot-em-up video games out there but part of what made the Purgatory Platoon series a consistent best-seller was the details in the effects. And he was a master at rendering and animating.

	Purgatory Platoon VI (nicknamed "666") was due to be released before the holidays this year so that kids of all ages could ask Santa for a bright, shiny package of digital mayhem. It's the reason for the season, baby. Although much of it was kept under wraps, Ross was allowed to bring some of it home to edit it there, using a non-networked computer to prevent hacking. He didn't know if the corporate suits would approve of his girlfriend getting a sneak preview but he liked having Didi's opinion on his work because she never sugar-coated anything.

	Didi reached over, running a hand up Ross' leg.

	"Now that the zombies are done, how about some Mancer?" she purred.

	Grinning, Ross closed out the video game and opened another one. This was one he did on his own, selling it via downloads. Of course, vid clips and images of the action were often copied and posted elsewhere, but he didn't mind as long as some asshole wasn't trying to sell it.  The thrill of reading the individual comments was even better than the cash (a conceit he could afford on the salary of his regular job). Unlike his mainstream work, the Mancer games had a lot of still frames with dialogue and menus with some animated sequences.

	Mancer was a character with tenuous abilities to control and manipulate various elements such as fire, lightning, wind, etc. But since her skills were still developing, she often found herself in difficult situations she eventually was able to escape from using her brain and the scattered mastery of whatever element she might tap into. The drawback (for her, not the players or viewers) was that she was usually taken prisoner and fucked in many creative ways before finding a way out. That usually meant a messy end to her assailants, but that was rendered (and animated) with as much loving detail as the sex and Ross' standards for any software he did were quite high.

	What made the game more lurid (and farther from the mainstream) was that the character of Mancer was a preteen girl. But that didn't stop legions of on-line users from enjoying her misadventures.

	While the name worked well with her abilities (think, "pyromancer" for fire and so forth), what few people knew was that it was an anagram for Carmen, the older of Ross's two nieces. She had been his inspiration for Mancer two years ago, when she was eight. Imagining her a few years older with just the hint of development, Ross had created the body-type for Mancer. So he and Didi got to enjoy their fantasies about the girl through her eternally eleven year-old avatar.

	Even though he had created Mancer, Ross never tired of watching her, especially in the carnal scenes. Neither did Didi and the kinky sex they enjoyed afterward made for a lovely dessert.

	"Oh! More zombies."

	Indeed there were. Having been knocked unconscious, Mancer awoke to find herself surrounded by the flesh-eating creeps as they were tugging and tearing at her clothes which conveniently came off in short order. The girl tried to crawl away, but a zombie grabbed her from behind. However, this group of walking dead had other plans for her body besides dinner.

	Despite its gray pallor, the penis of Mancer's first assailant was surprisingly robust - and huge. Something like that would have likely killed the girl if not for the magic of digital art. With his hands gripping Mancer's slim hips, the gnarly cock speared between the preteen's ripe young buttocks, spreading the smooth globes and roughly entering her.

	Mancer howled at the unwelcome penetration in her backside, but could do little more than take it and twist in vain. Her actions made her little sprouting tits jiggle as the view angles changed to show the forced sodomy in all perspective.

	Since Mancer's mouth hung open as she moaned and panted, a second creature took the opportunity to plant his prick between those luscious red lips. Mancer managed a grunt of indignant disgust but was resigned to sucking the unusually large member as it sawed in and out of her mouth. The bulging of her throat showed just how deep the dick was going.

	A third zombie slid underneath the girl, finding her bald twat defenseless. Its black tongue slathered over the choice young female mound drawing more muffled protests from the captive girl. But Mancer's cunny could not resist the stimulus and was quickly drooling over the tongue. Helplessly, the eleven year-old took the two massive living dead pricks and the oral assault.

	As she came, spewing her juice into the zombie's mouth, the other two sent their wads deep into her bowels and gullet. Once her mouth was free, Mancer panted with an errant blob of zombie cum dribbling from her lower lip. The undead behind her pulled out, letting a thick stream of spunk escape her gaping, reddened asshole and stain her sculpted thighs. Mancer's respite was short-lived, however as another lurching rapist got behind her. This time, he skewered her snatch, making the hairless labia bulge out grotesquely around its monstrous member.

	Naturally, Mancer's mouth was once again filled while another zombie slid underneath her to lick and suck at her tiny breasts. Thick, slurpy noises tracked the raping thrusts of the creatures as they ravished the youngster. When the one behind her ejaculated inside of her, Mancer's usually flat belly expanded in violent increments as her uterus was over-filled with undead seed.

	After a few more group fucks, the screen blanked.

	"So how does she escape?" Didi asked, her hand busy in the crotch of her unzipped jeans.

	"Did you see all of the broken bottles? She's in the wine cellar of an old mansion. She'll conjure up the wind and send the glass into the zombies. Some will get their skulls punctured - I have a good eyeball blast rendered for one - while a couple will get enough pieces in their necks for decapitation."

	"Sexy," Didi purred as she stroked the bulge in Ross's pants. "Now let's go to bed and let me channel some of my inner Mancer. She needs some good, hard some loving."

	"Braiiins!" Ross croaked as he staggered from his chair in zombie-like moves.

	"Oooh! You respect me for my mind?"

	"Puusssyyyy!"

	"That's more like it."

	Ross always enjoyed a private chuckle when people involved in classical music and opera were portrayed as staid and boringly well-mannered. His older sister, Irene, and her husband, David, were both classical musicians with the city's well-endowed symphony orchestra and were certainly free-spirits.

	Irene was seven years older than him and he had been a junior in high school when she gave birth to Carmen. Four years later, another girl with an operatic name followed; Aida.

	In his teens, Ross already understood he had wide age range in his sexual attraction toward females. But the infant Carmen wasn't in that range although he found himself studying her small figure more often by the time Aida arrived.

	As she grew older, Carmen took more of his attention, even when she wasn't present. And in Didi, whom he met while in college, he found a kindred spirit in kinkiness. When Carmen was seven, Didi had liberated a pair of the girl's panties (not while Carmen was wearing them - which would have been even more interesting, and Didi had entertained that idea before playing it safe). Handy with sewing gear, Didi had enlarged the Snow White panties just enough where she could fit them on her own adult but petite form.

	Although she always had a waifish look about her (which was part of what first attracted Ross to her), she looked incredibly enticing when she first appeared wearing nothing but her altered little girl panties. Ross had to play the part of a sleazy child molester before he managed to get the purloined undies off.

	That was when he found his second surprise.

	Didi had dyed her hair purple for years - since before they had met. A stickler to detail, she also maintained her trimmed pubic hair in the exact same shade. That was, until that day.

	"From here on out, I'm waxing," she announced as Ross ogled her smooth sex.

	Ross didn't mind at all. One of their favorite games in bed (and in other places) involved Didi pretending she was Carmen and either seducing her uncle or being seduced by him. When Didi suggested a year later that Ross make Carmen the model for a sexually-charged animated adventures, she was voicing the idea had had burning in his head.

	As the computer-based Mancer games came to be, the real Carmen-inspired games began to include ropes and manacles and other such equipment. In the aftermath, they had more than once discussed what including the real Carmen would be like. Although she was lively and a little rambunctious already, Carmen had publicly decided that she was inspired by the character for whom she was named and was going to be a gypsy when she grew up.

	A month ago, Carmen had even given a "gypsy dance" performance for Ross and Didi in her parents' living room, complete with a costume Didi had helped her make. Irene, David, and Aida had also been in attendance and applauded the act. None of them seemed to catch with the same prurient interest that Ross did that the slits in the sides of Carmen's dress (did gypsies even wear slitted dresses?) went very high up.

	But Ross and Didi certainly enjoyed the view as they caught glimpses of the ten year-old's bare legs from ankle to a high-cut leg band of her underpants. When Carmen's dance was done, Didi spoke up.

	"So, Wild Child, I guess you're still going to be a gypsy when you grow up?"

	"Oh yeah!"

	Didi grinned and turned to Aida, who was the opposite of her sister in her quiet manner.

	"Do you want to be a gypsy, too?"

	The little blonde regarded Didi with her dark eyes and shook her head.

	"I want to take care of kitty cats," she said softly.

	Aida loved all things feline. Unfortunately, David was allergic to them but the girl did have a menagerie of stuffed versions from My Little Kitty to jungle dwellers.

	"Ah, so you're going to be a crazy cat lady? Didi teased.

	Grinning shyly, Aida shook her head again.

	"I'm going to be a nice cat lady."

	With evening performances, Irene and David had to make sure their girls were looked after. While Ross and Irene took care of that from time to time, there were other friends within the orchestra whose spouses or significant others could also cover. High-spirited Carmen, while always well-meaning in her enthusiasm, was the one who had to be rotated around to caregivers.

	Aida, on the other hand, was never a problem and had even spent performances in a dressing room with a few stuffed animals and a favorite blanket without raising a peep. Once, when she was four, he had mistakenly gone into the wrong dressing room during an afternoon rehearsal.

	Two hours later, a famously temperamental visiting opera diva had returned to her precisely appointed dressing room to find a circle of pastel pink, blue and yellow kitties around a bowl of milk on the floor while a tiny blonde lay asleep, curled up in the fine leather chair at the make-up table. The woman woke up the intruder, demanding to know why she was there. After Aida adorably explained that she and her kittens loved the pretty room and had a milk party, the diva was smitten.

	She announced that her "understudy" and her feline brood would by all means be welcome in her room, keeping it well-occupied while she was on-stage. Irene and David - not to mention everyone else who knew the woman's temperament, were stunned.

	"Someone actually tamed the Wicked Bitch of the Beast," remarked the opera troupe's manager to the orchestra conductor.

	The singer had returned twice more, the last time just a few months earlier. And at this stop, at least, the usual harridan of renown was replaced by someone who was at least reasonable if not friendly while her understudy set up camp in her dressing room.

	This weekend, the orchestra was going to be performing four concerts - Friday and Saturday nights and matinees on Saturday and Sunday. While Aida was quietly staying elsewhere, Carmen was going to spend the weekend at Ross's place. He learned of this when she informed him and her parents of this on Wednesday when he and Didi visited for dinner, bringing Chinese takeout with them.

	"I wanna play the new Purgatory Patrol on Uncle Ross's HD screen," Carmen mumbled around a mouthful of lo mein.

	"Let's try to keep the gory entertainment to a minimum," David responded. Even he and Irene had limits to their open-minded approach to parenting.

	"Is that a scary game?" Aida asked, pausing from nibbling an egg roll.

	"Very scary," Ross confirmed with a wink so as not to frighten his younger niece. "With blood and guts."

	"And braiiins," Didi added.

	"There's zombies in this one?" Carmen exclaimed. "Cool!"

	"I don't like scary games," Aida unnecessarily informed Ross. "I like nice games."

	"With kitties?" Didi asked, receiving an enthusiastic nod in response. "Me too. I love games where you play with pussies. So does your Uncle Ross."

	Irene, David, and their daughters were oblivious to the double entendre but Ross sent a kick to his girlfriend's shin under the table while smirking.

	Following their post zombie-and-Mancer romp, Ross and Didi were still in bed when they heard Carmen loudly announce her arrival from the living room. Irene and David had been providing their very independent daughter a transit pass and a cell phone for emergency use for several months now. Many parenting experts would have had strokes over this but few of them would have stood a chance in a debate with Carmen.

	"Make yourself at home," Ross called out as he and Didi began searching for their clothes.

	When they ventured out from the bedroom, Ross found Carmen's shoulder bag with her clothes for the weekend sitting in the middle of the living room floor where the girl had dropped it. From his den, he could hear some racket. Hurrying in, he cringed - they had left the Mancer folder open on the computer and Carmen had opened an earlier game in which Mancer was battling demons.

	"This is so cool," the child announced as she maneuvered the character to send a denizen of Hell sprawling with a roundhouse kick. "You added a girl to Purgatory Patrol!"

	"Uh, this is a different game," explained as he reached for the computer mouse to close it.

	"No, I'm old enough," Carmen insisted as she batted the mouse away from him. "Won't get nightmares from blood. "OOO! I nailed that one in his balls!"

	"You know about balls?" Ross asked, taken aback.

	"Huh? Yeah," Carmen said distractedly as she focused on the game. "It's something boys have and if you hit them there, they stop teasing you on the playground."

	"Can't argue with that strategy," Didi agreed a she set a can of Coke on the desk near Carmen. "You keep playing while your uncle and I got over my playlist for tonight,"

	"You're working?" Carmen complained, pausing the game to look at her uncle's girlfriend whom she idolized.

	"Kenny's sick and I'm filling in as a deejay at the Echo Garden."

	"Can I come?"

	"Twenty-one and older, kiddo. No exceptions. So you'll have to keep your uncle company. It's an all-nighter and I'm going back to my place to crash but I'll be over later Saturday."

	"You should move in together," Carmen told her.

	"Yes, mother," Didi teased.

	Didi was an accountant (seriously) by day, but still enjoyed the night scene. Although she and Ross spent much of their non-working time together, they also liked having some personal space. They had discussed getting a larger place with enough room for that, but hadn't gotten around to doing anything more than talk.

	Carmen resumed her game, unaware of how the adults were watching her. She was wearing shorts and sneakers with a baggy tank top with wide arm holes and a low neck what might have exposed the girl's tits if she had any. Today, Carmen wore her thick brown hair with random, thin braids and a large bulk of it tied in the back by a large polka-dotted bow. It was cute and odd and one hundred-percent Carmen.

	She did her own hair every morning, using her sudden whims as a guide. Aida preferred a long braid which Carmen lovingly did as well. Despite their differences in personality, the sisters were quite close.

	Didi picked up her iPad and motioned Ross to the kitchen.

	"It will be an hour at least before she gets to the fourth level - if she's lucky - and gets to the first sex part," she whispered.

	Ross glanced at his watch and followed her.

	"Hey!"

	Ross and Didi looked up. There was an odd note in Carmen's exclamation from the other room as if she was dismayed by something. Aside from homework and bedtime, Carmen wasn't dismayed by much. They went into the den to find Carmen staring at the screen as a red-skinned, muscular creature was holding Mancer aloft as he stood upright and was working the girl up and down on his rather impressive prick. Mancer was groaning as her violated cunny squelched lewdly in time with the strokes.

	Ross looked at his watch and turned to Didi.

	"It only took her twenty-five minutes," he hissed.

	"She's good," Didi replied with a shrug.

	Hearing them behind her, Carmen turned in the chair to regard the couple with huge eyes.

	"Is that...sex?" she asked.

	"Uh, yeah..." Ross confessed before the girl returned her focus to the carnal action.

	"Wow," Carmen breathed. "So that's what it looks like. I mean, I sort of heard about it and stuff, but...wow!"

	The three real people were silent while other demons appeared on screen to share in the delights of their prepubescent captive's succulent body.

	"Mancer looks like me, but a little older," Carmen observed. "Wait, she really is me. So I'm having sex?"

	Ross tried to explain. He really did. His jaw moved up and down but no words came out. Both he and Didi approached her, standing on either side of her chair. But Carmen evidently wasn't distressed at finding her digital likeness in porn and paid attention to Ross and Didi as she observed the girl on the screen as the small breasts bounced with the forceful, oversized fucking she was taking in her young cunt.

	"I've got boobs," Carmen giggled. "Cool!"

	"She's got a cute little pair, doesn't she?" Didi observed while Ross wanted to melt through the floor.

	"Yeah, Carmen replied as she pulled her oversized tank top away from her body to look down the wide neck. "I don't have any yet."

	Ross and Didi couldn't help but to also look at the ten year-old's exposed, boyish chest. There was no sign of development.

	"Erin Bostwick wears training bras all the time because she getting points there," Carmen went on, sharing grade school gossip with the adults. "Mom said she'd get me one but I don't care. But she said I have to wear a top with my underpants when I go to sleep. I don't wear pajamas anymore - they're for little kids."

	"Try going commando when you sleep," suggested Didi.

	"What's that?"

	"You don't wear anything at all."

	Carmen screeched with laughter and Didi shooed Ross away.

	"It's time we had us some girl talk," she told her boyfriend. "Go do something manly like take out the trash."

	Ross had no idea what his girlfriend and niece had discussed and didn't have the nerve to ask. They had been in the den with the door closed for nearly an hour before Didi had to leave for her gig. All he had heard were muted voices and an occasional giggle from Carmen.

	Whatever it was about, Carmen gave no clue as they devoured a pizza while watching TV. Carmen knew Ross wanted to watch sports so she said she was going to bed - at least to the spare bedroom where she could watch her own TV. Ross was just relieved that she wasn't going back to the den to watch Mancer get fucked in more creative ways.

	Having just cracked open the last beer of a six pack, he forlornly missed Didi. Alcohol made him horny (hornier than usual, that is) and this was right about the time that Didi would be getting kinky (kinkier than usual, that is).

	Ross was not particularly well-endowed in his manhood. In fact, he was certainly on the small end of the "normal" range. But Didi never cared, having had a former boyfriend who was sizeable and was content to simply "lay the wood" to her, as he had untactfully put it.

	"I'd rather have a man who knows what he's doing with his tool than treating it like just a hammer," she had cooed on more than one occasion. "And you're an artist, baby. You never let me down."

	Ross was sporting a full erection as he thought of the things Didi would do to express her appreciation when he suddenly felt a light kiss on his cheek. Carmen was there, clad in only a brief top and a pair of those high-cut panties that he had first noticed during her gypsy dance. But then, they had been under a long dress and now they were exposed, hugging her childish figure in all of the right places.

	"Didi said I should take care of you tonight," Carmen whispered as she slid into his lap. "She said you and her pretend she's me when you're doing it. And I want to try sex."

	As she leaned close to him, Carmen appeared so sultry in her form-fitting top. Even if she had no growth under there, she was very feminine, almost womanly in her manner. This was the stuff of fantasy come to life but one fading part of Ross's mind rose up.

	"Carmen, you're my niece," he weakly protested.

	Carmen cocked her head, quizzically, looking very much like a little girl again.

	"I know. If you're my uncle, you should teach me about sex."

	That was dreadfully wrong and yet it made so much sense. When she cuddled against him, he tilted her chin up. He caught a glimpse of her eyes, wide with youth and wonder before his lips met hers. His tongue slipped into her mouth and found hers rigid and still. But before long, she was moving hers against him.

	His hand fell on one smooth thigh with his finger encircling the slender limb over half way around. While he slid his hand slowly upward, relishing the heated contact, his other hand held her by the small of her back, finding the indentation of her spine in the middle to be alluring.

	Now his other fingers pressed against her pantied crotch. Carmen murmured something in his mouth but never resisted as he kneaded her mons through the thin fabric. Time slipped away and so did his fingers as they slipped inside the cotton. Ross found her cleft was damp and he used her secretions to oil her as he massaged her hairless vulva.

	Experiencing her first arousal, Carmen was panting in his mouth when her uncle's hand moved up her back and caught her top from below. It slid up, baring her undeveloped chest. The girl held her arms back, offering her torso to her lover as he hungrily nibbled at one diminutive nipple until it was achingly stiff.

	With completely natural actions, Carmen worked her pelvis, grinding her cunny against Ross's hand. He was working on her there, making her feel bubbly amid the flowing moisture she was producing. His mouth on her immature breasts was making her mind swim, growing hazy except for the points of intensifying pleasure and need. The pressure in her crotch was growing like a river against a dam.

	The river surged against the wall, foaming and thrashing until the wall was overcome and the flow escaped with a fury. Carmen quivered with her climax, the last coherence of her brain drowning in the unexpected fury.

	She knew she was being carried in his arms and pressed against him. Placed on the bed, she placidly felt her underwear being skinned from her body. The air conditioning licked at the preteen's nude body, finding the dampness in her cleft and making the girl coo at the touch.

	Her uncle was naked and he was positioning himself on top of her. She could see him - and feel him as his hardness worked against her heated quim.

	"Are...are we going to have sex?" she whispered.

	Ross nodded and drove his head between the bald twat lips of his niece, only to stop at her tiny entrance. Carmen squirmed as he worked against her, feeling herself widening there as the presence eased its way inside...

	Ross thrust forward, breaking through his little niece's virgin barrier. A sudden heat oozed over his member but Carmen yelled and pushed her hands against his chest.

	"No...stop! It hurts!" she gasped.

	"It's okay," he panted. "It just happens the first time."

	Despite her willing nakedness, the aroused condition of her spit-soaked nipples, and the presence of a man barely into her sex, Carmen whimpered like the child she was.

	"Shhh, I'm going to go in a little more now. It will be all right, you'll see."

	Carmen held her hands against his chest, flinching as he managed a fraction of an inch more into her. Then she nodded and dropped her hands to the bed. Feverishly, she watched his meat sink between the hairless folds of her pussy and felt him stretching her open with advancing depth.

	Stopping just as he felt her cervix, Ross withdrew enough to start copulating in a slow but firm pace. Carmen's childish twat tunnel seized him, holding tightly as he slipped in and out in her oozing grip. As the action quickened, both of them were aware of the thick gurgling produced by the ten year-old's hot little snatch.

	Squirming with the lust induced by the hard cock grinding inside her freshly opened sex, Carmen whined as the nerves in her tender pussy flared. Spittle drooled from her open mouth and the orgasmic shuddering struck her again. Still, her uncle's prick kept working inside her until she heard him speaking to her.

	"I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum inside you."

	Carmen nodded vaguely, not understanding what it all meant until the hot gushes burst into her unripe reproductive organs. There were still gaps in her knowledge, but the explanations behind the sensations would come in good time.

	"Uncle Ross?" Carmen asked as they lay together.

	"Mmm?"

	"Are we going to do it again?"

	 "Do you want that?"

	"Yes, but..."

	"Go on."

	"Well, I saw the demons using chains and stuff and Didi said it's fun when...you know..."

	"When I what?" Ross teased, not quite believing what he thought she was alluding to.

	"Could you tie me up a little when we do it?"

	"Aaahh! AAAAHHHHHH!"

	The throaty cries sounded so perverse coming in a little girl's voice. If Didi thought a little bondage play was exciting, Carmen was going crazy with it as she struggled in her bindings. Her arms were stretched at angles over her head with her wrists bound by long cords to the bedposts. The girl's slim legs were locked around his waist and Ross was pounding her bald little cunt like he would that of a woman.

	The captive girl thrashed as she came, her heels digging into him as if willing him to penetrate her up to her frantically beating heart. Sluicing rapidly through the constricting tunnel of Carmen's preteen pussy Ross slammed his cock against her cervix before letting loose with another fierce set of bursts, working to seed his young niece as deeply as possible.

	In the morning, Ross awoke in bed alone and groggy. He vaguely remembered Carmen slipping out of bed, admiring her pert little buttocks as she walked out of the room.

	He had done it. The sight of her naked ass had proven it. He had deflowered his ten year-old niece. And in the process of fucking her again had discovered a kink for bondage in the child. 
Flopping back against the pillow, Ross stretched luxuriously in the bed, wondering what pleasures were in store for him next. Then from outside the room he could hear Carmen's voice.

	"Gross!"

	Then her tone grew accusatory.

	"Uncle Ross!"

	Grumbling, Ross searched for his discarded boxers. As they stubbornly refused to be found, he snatched a clean pair from a drawer and went on the den where he found Carmen in her underwear watching Mancer on the screen. Having discovered descendants of a lost colony of pirates as being responsible for the missing yacht of a famous scientist, the eleven year-old was being anally raped with violent gusto by a buccaneer. And judging from the jism squishing out from her abused orifice every time the dick went in, he wasn't the first one in this episode.

	Ross searched his memory - he was pretty sure that pirate was number four inside Mancer's ass. He had done some fine POV work for that scene - lots of creative angles and effects including an x-ray view while Number Six was buggering the girl.

	"He's doing it in her butt!" Carmen snapped. "That's my butt. Why did you do that?"

	Ross shrugged.

	"It's anal sex. And Mancer gets a lot of the rough stuff in her adventures. You saw her chained yesterd-"

	"But they didn't do it in her butt!" Carmen growled.

	Actually, Ross knew they had. Carmen just didn't watch the entire episode.

	"Look, I'm not saying you have to do it. But a lot of people like it once they try it. Butts are not just fun to look at."

	Carmen crossed her arms over her chest and scowled before she replied.

	"You know, Aida has a cute little butt."

	Ross hadn't noticed, but made a mental note to verify this new information. Taking a risk, he asked Carmen why it was so cute.

	"It's round and...so little...and...cute. It just is. It's cuter than other little girls her age. But last week when we were at the pool, I saw some pervo checking out her butt. If he ever tries to stick something in her butt, I'll hit him. I'll hit him in the balls."

	Ross liked hearing what she said; more precisely, about how she tried to describe her baby sister's rear end and that someone else was interested. That was hot. He wasn't too keen about the ball-hitting part, though. Carmen went on.

	"I'm not doing it in the butt - that's gross! Didi told me about mouths and I might try that. But not in my butt."

	"Didi does anal - she loves in, in fact. Especially when we pretend she's you."

	That gave Carmen momentary pause. Muttering something under her breath about grown-ups, she stalked off to the bedroom and slammed the door and then locked it. Now he was locked out of his own bedroom. Why couldn't she have locked him out of the spare one? Sighing, he returned to the den. Perhaps he could get some detailing done on Purgatory Patrol VI - there was this one disembowelment that needed to look a little more...juicier.

	Just as he was settling into his work, Carmen returned. She still looked pissed off and didn't speak until she wedged herself between Ross and his keyboard. Ross rolled back in his chair to allow her space, wondering where this protest was going. Turning her back to him, she pushed her panties down off of her enticing little rear.

	"Okay," she groused. "Just do it."

	Ross wouldn't have minded at all and having a ten year-old offer her naked ass to him was not something to refused lightly. Still, he wanted her enthusiasm in it.

	"Carmen, if you don't want to do it, then you don't have to. But I don't want you sulking while I'm doing it."

	"If Didi does it, then I'll do it."

	She still sounded angry and Ross shook his head. He wanted her happy, not acting like he was tryi... Oh.

	"Carmen, maybe you'll like it if I tie you up first."

	The girl perked up at that. Turning her head, she couldn't conceal the grin that threatened to lift the corner of her mouth.

	"Really?"

	"Sure - I'll do something different than last night. Something with more ropes on you instead of just your wrists."

	Carmen turned to face him, her expression placid and reasonable.

	"Why didn't you say so before?" she asked mildly as she took his hand.

	Carmen was in trouble. And she loved it. Lying on her belly, her hands were tied together behind her back. Then Ross had wound more rope around her to secure her arms to her torso. She lived the coils pressing into her - it made the hardness pressing against her greased rear rather enjoyable. Already, she could feel the embers growing red inside her cunny.

	Ross heard her gasp as his head wedged into her opening. With that little bit started, he slowly pushed his way into her, making the bound child writhe as her untried anal cavity was invaded. The ring of her sphincter nearly bruised his cock as it slid through and the softness of her rectum acted as it was trying to make that hard work feel better as it caressed his hard flesh.

	As he sodomized his little niece, she mewled helplessly. She was squirming harder and he could tell she was trying to rub her pussy against the  bed while his prick was plumbing her virgin bottom. Ross relished the greasy velvet of the ten year-old's tight ass chute and pumped her harder.

	Her face flushed and sweaty, Carmen worked her body around, making the ropes dig into her body. Her uncle had positioned two coils side by side right over her nipples. The rope scraped against her stiffened nipples feeding the sultry heat building in her snatch. And she had to admit the cock working inside her rear was having an effect, too.

	With his buggery going well, Ross slipped one hand from her hip to her crotch where he found his nieces' bald twat dripping with lust. Digging at her cunt, he pushed harder to get a bit more penetration into her bowels. That set Carmen off and she thrashed mightily while she climaxed.

	Utterly spent, she mumbled blearily while he gave her bottom a lively fucking for several more minutes. Carmen and Ross groaned together and Ross had the satisfaction of feeling his semen course through his cock on its way to giving the little girl her first creamed ass.

	Carmen missed the ropes when Ross removed them but did rub some of the places with relief as she rolled onto her back. The cords from last night were still attached to the bedposts and she pressed her thighs together in lustful anticipation when he tied them to her wrists again.

	But he wasn't done. Ross took two more cords and gave her ankles the same treatment. Carmen wriggled but could not escape. Spread-eagled, the naked preteen was at his mercy and she smiled expectantly.

	"I'll be back," he said theatrically as he waggled his eyebrows at her.

	"What are you going to do?" Carmen asked excitedly.

	"Make you do what Mancer sometimes has to - be tied up and awaiting your fate."

	With that, he turned off the lights and shut the door.

	Carmen was at a loss. She had no sense of time and occasionally got annoyed at her uncle for leaving her alone for so long. It must have been hours already, hadn't it? Maybe it was only a half hour. He'd better not leave her like this for the rest of the weekend!

	Finally, she dozed off. But she slept lightly and opened her eyes when some light intruded from the open door. When she turned to look, the brightness made her shut her eyes again and then the door closed.

	Ross didn't turn on the light and Carmen's heart pounded as she heard him moving about. She felt his weight on the bed before she heard the bedsprings creak. She wiggled her hips, determined to tease him and make it harder for him to get it in her when he couldn't see, either.

	But he changed the game again when he pinned her in place with his hands. Carmen's next surprise came when she felt his tongue running along the hairless cleft of her cunt. The liquid hotness quickly returned and his lips joined his tongue on her prepubescent mound as he sucked her aroused offerings from her roiling little honeypot.

	His mouth was gone but Carmen understood the presence bearing down through her cunny lips. With a warbling moan, she felt his hardness expanding her twat tubing, penetrating her to the gates of her uterus. With her bound limbs outstretched and her tight, sopping pussy getting reamed, the ten year-old surrendered to her forced pleasure, cumming furiously and humping her hips as best as she cold in her state to make each thrust into her as strong as possible.

	Her uncle was matching her lust, pounding her little pussy with his prick, maneuvering his body to make his member twist as it stroked in and out of Carmen's drooling hole. She came again and still felt electrified when it was over. He was doing something else inside her, shaking in a funny way.

	Then the lamp on the night table clicked on and she saw him there smiling at her. She smiled back and then froze in puzzlement. How was he there when his dick was in her...?

	Looking down her body, she saw Didi kneeling between her open legs. Fighting a slurpy suction, Didi extracted the cock-shaped vibrator and waggled it at the girl, showing her what had been inserted into her body before popping the end in her mouth like a lollipop.

	Didi turned to Ross and said, "I like her like this."

	In the illuminated room, Carmen saw them clearly as together they descended upon her.

	Exhausted, Carmen moved feebly. For the first time today, both her hands and feet were all free at the same time. She licked her lips, finding a drop of her uncle's semen she had missed from the fresh load she had just sucked from him. But it wasn't the first time she had used her mouth sexually as she could still vaguely taste Didi's cum juice.

	She started to rise and stopped suddenly, trying to determine whether her asshole was open or shut. It was hard to tell as it still tingled from the vibrator Didi had just removed. The woman reached up and gave Carmen's pussy a light caress.

	"Did you have fun?" she asked the girl.

	"Yeah," Carmen replied, wide-eyed as the memories of the last ten hours tumbled in her head. "I know everything now."

	"Oh no you don't," Ross laughed. "But even Didi and I don't. But you, girl, have a lot you haven't tried yet."

	Carmen smiled sheepishly before it ended in a yawn.

	"Looks like someone won't be avoiding bedtime tonight," Ross noted. "I guess that makes me and Didi great babysitters."

	Some of Carmen's spunkiness returned as she playfully swatted the top of his head. He tackled her and clamped his teeth on the laughing girl's bare buttock.

	"Help, Didi!" Carmen cried just before Ross released her.

	"Poor baby," Didi cooed. "You do need help. Just one little girl and two horny adults."

	"I'm tough," Carmen bragged, sticking her tongue out at the woman.

	"But still, you need some help to share the load," Didi insisted as she shifted her gaze to Ross. "Maybe we can get Aida to assist with the chores."



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This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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