- by Alvo Torelli, Christmas, 2019
(Mg, MMg, inc, bond, photos, coerc, Xmas)
"Gosh, Uncle Norman, are you sure?" With huge green eyes, Chelsea stared at the reflection of herself wearing nothing but daddy's unbuttoned black dress shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to the elbow so as not to completely swallow her skinny, eight-year-olds arms. The tail of the shirt tickled the backs of her legs. The dark color stood out against the pale, white skin of her otherwise naked body and complemented the startling carrot red of her long double braids. But it was the bright red lipstick on her young lips that really held her frightened gaze.
"Yes, baby, I'm sure," Norm reassured his little niece. "You look just like the girl in the pictures, only way prettier." The blush that highlighted the freckles on her pale face told him his compliments were working. "Your daddy is going to love his Christmas present - I promise!"
"Oh, okay," the little girl whispered. "Wh-what do I do now?"
"Just stand by the armchair, like the girl in the photos. Remember? Do you need to look at the pictures again to remember all the poses, baby?"
"No, no I remember," Chelsea said. She looked more like she wanted to run away than like she wanted to keep working with Uncle Norman to make daddy's special Christmas present, but she placed her hand on the back of the chair, doing her best to adopt the exact position of the pretty lady in the photos from daddy's computer.
Chelsea had really enjoyed modeling the short yellow dress for their first set of photos, even when she had to show the camera her panties. And the second modeling session, in a brand new bikini, like a teenager would wear, was exciting, even when Uncle Norman had her take off the top and show the camera her flat breasts. But then it was time for this picture set. It made her nervous to take all her clothes off and wear nothing but daddy's shirt. Suddenly modeling was scary. But Chelsea really wanted daddy's present to be perfect. And she guessed daddy liked pictures of ladies wearing almost no clothes. So here she was, staring into her uncle's camera - wearing almost no clothes!
"Like..., like this?" she whispered, standing tall like the lady in the pictures.
It took Norm a second to choke down his excitement. "Uh, yeah, baby, just like that. But, ah, here, let me arrange the shirt just right." He stepped closer and pulled the silk shirt down over the child's shoulder to expose even more of her fantastic young body. Without warning he gently took her by her warm, slender hips and twisted her position slightly to give his camera a hint of the smooth, forbidden treasure between her coltish legs. He fled back behind his camera, trying not to panic. "Okay, baby, that's great. Now put your head up a little. Twist your shoulders, oh yeah. Ah, bite your lip. Wow, you're great at this, baby."
"Why are you taking so many pictures?" Chelsea asked as she dutifully followed every direction. "I thought we just needed one of each pose."
"Oh, yeah, we just need one, but we take a bunch so that we can pick out the best one and make your daddy's present perfect," Norman responded. He didn't mention that he hoped Chelsea would get more and more comfortable in front of the camera - now that she was finally nearly naked - and he was happy to see that she was. "So, let's move on to the next pose, okay?"
"Oh! Sure, Uncle Norman," little Chelsea responded.
Chelsea thought again about the set of pictures Norman had shown her - pictures from a folder on daddy's computer titled 'very best favorites.' Gosh, Uncle Norman was so nice. When she'd asked him to help her get a really good present for daddy for Christmas, he'd thought and thought. He knew she didn't have any money, she was only eight after all! And then he'd said, "Well, baby, I know your daddy's two favorite things in the whole world. Maybe, if we combine those two things together, we could make him the best Christmas present ever! How does that sound?"
And of course that sounded great to the little girl. But when her uncle showed her the computer folder of daddy's favorite pictures, starting with pictures of a pretty lady in a short dress and then another lady in a bikini, followed by pictures of a very pretty lady with almost no clothes on, her eyes got very, very big. There were lots of pictures in the folder and Chelsea was a little afraid to see any more of them, so she quickly asked her uncle what daddy's second favorite thing was.
"Why, it's you, of course, baby," Uncle Norman had replied, as if that was obvious.
So here they were, in Uncle Norman's house, on Christmas Eve, with lights and cameras and makeup and some other stuff Chelsea hadn't even seen yet, trying to create pictures of Chelsea - daddy's favorite girl - that were just like the 'very best favorite' pictures from daddy's computer. The little girl steeled herself yet again, as she climbed up onto the big armchair and sat facing the scary camera.
Norm kept his face behind the camera to hide the way his eyes flared with excitement. He certainly didn't want to scare his beautiful little niece away! But once the camera was perfectly focused and he'd adjusted the big lights just so, he had to step forward to perfect Chelsea's erotic pose. He had her sit up straight, at the edge of the big seat, with her legs parted just enough to leave her gorgeous cunny unprotected, but artfully and erotically hidden in the shadows - an enticing promise. He pushed one shoulder of the silky shirt down her shoulder again. She gasped slightly, but held her position when he brushed her exposed nipple with the tiniest dollop of gel so that it caught the light and drew the eye. The little girl had no idea that the gel would slowly make her nipple begin to tingle, stiffen and rise up from her perfect, smooth, flat chest. By the time she noticed.... He'd better hurry.
"That's it baby! Daddy's going to love this, I promise." The camera whirred and then they were onto the next pose.
"Oh gosh, Uncle Norman, this is kind of scary," the little girl whispered as she scooted back against the back of the big chair and brought her bare feet up onto the seat to spread her legs much wider.
"No, don't be scared, baby, you look great! Daddy's going to love it! Best Christmas ever," Norm prattled on as he adjusted the silk shirt to fall back behind both of her shoulders and and arranged it on the seat around her sweet bottom. Another quick brush of oil and her other nipple was glistening, tightening, tingling. "I think you're so much prettier than the model your daddy likes," he crooned as he reached in to lightly brush the glistening oil around the rim of her barely open cunny. The child squirmed, but she didn't push him away. He finished by adjusting the position of her hands on her knees, then spread her legs just a bit wider - enough for the light to catch the shine he'd applied to her mons. It was incredibly difficult to keep his hands from shaking.
He must have taken a hundred pictures in the next few moments as he suggested subtle changes to the little girl's outrageous position. But he knew his favorite would be the one where she bit her lip to stop it from quivering. "Gosh, that was great, Chelsea. Just a couple more poses to go. Do you remember the next one, baby?"
Norman saw the way the child tensed, how her nerves began to overwhelm her as she made herself progressively more open and vulnerable. She was too young to really understand what she was doing, but her instincts told her it was dangerous. Norm knew he had to do something to assuage her nerves and fear, or their efforts to make his brother a fantastic Christmas present would come to a quick end.
"Oh my god! Oh my god!" Norman staggered a step back from his camera and threw his hands to his heart, feigning some kind of terrible attack, with wide eyes and gaping mouth.
"Uncle Norman! Are you okay? What's the matter?" Chelsea cried out. She sat up tall, ready to leap from the chair and help with her favorite uncle's sudden distress.
"Oh my god," Norm gasped again and fell to his knees. "I - I just realized!" He clutched at his chest in mock distress. "My god! My heart can't take it! I'm taking pictures of the most beautiful girl who ever lived!"
"Uncle Norman!" Chelsea barked as emotions rapidly swept over her pretty young face - relief to realize he was fine and just teasing her, annoyance at being teased, both quickly replaced by a deep blush as his words sunk in. And then she giggled. Her whole face lit up with delight and despite all the emotions she giggled uncontrollably.
Norman laughed right along with the gorgeous little redhead. He could see that at least for the moment her fear and conscience had been washed away by his silly charm. He stepped behind the camera and quickly captured several shots of Chelsea's blushing, giggling smile. He didn't have to say a word as she struck the next pose for her daddy's pictures. She scooted to the back of the seat and brought the heels of her feet up onto the arms of the chair, spreading her legs wide open to present her amazing, immature little cunny.
"Oh god! She's too pretty!" Norm cried out and covered his eyes with the fingers of one hand even as he continued snapping pictures. Chelsea giggled again, still blushing.
Chelsea didn't flinch when her uncle stepped forward, still pretending to cover his eyes but obviously peeking between his fingers. He brushed a bit more of the special, glistening gel onto her nipples and onto the newly exposed inner layers of her tiny cunt. She let him pose her hands, one to each side of her cunny. When he had her pull lightly to open her pussy even farther, just like the pretty lady in the picture, she was happy to do so. Uncle Norman was being so silly - he made her laugh and laugh - she barely noticed the way her little cunny and her small nipples were tingling more and more.
"Are you ready for the last poses of this set?" Norman asked. He was reluctant to stop taking pictures of her amazing, vulnerable pose - but just as eager for the next step in his little niece's photo session.
Chelsea's eyes flared as she remembered the last few poses, but she was having so much fun! Uncle Norman kept making her laugh and blush and feel pretty and... and gosh, her nipples and her cunny felt strange. She wanted to touch her nipples, but she was afraid to mess up Uncle Norman's careful planning. So she quickly, but carefully, moved to the next pose she'd memorized.
Chelsea got onto her knees and turned all the way around with her back to the camera. Grasping the tall back of the armchair she carefully spread her legs wide as she climbed upwards to put one knee, then the other, onto the arms of the chair. She could barely stretch her thin legs wide enough, and she had to arch her back severely, lifting her little butt higher and higher. By the time she was secure enough to twist around and look over her shoulder at Uncle Norman, he was already taking pictures of her erotic position.
Norm's hands shook slightly, but he kept up the facade of silliness as he stepped up to arrange the silk shirt on Chelsea's form. He draped the black fabric so that it bunched up at the small of her back and flowed down over the sides to frame the presentation of her amazing, round little ass. He made sure her long, red braids trailed down her back, with their tips placed carefully agains the pale white skin of her butt cheeks. All the while he made funny faces to amuse her and keep her from thinking about just how vulnerable her position was - presenting herself to his camera like a cat in heat.
"That's great, baby!" Norm said, hiding behind his camera again. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the perfect rear display of Chelsea's small cunny. He adjusted the bright light's as he crooned, "Let me get a couple of preliminary shots and see if the light's right. That's great. Can you arch your back a little more? Perfect! Now the next pose. Your daddy's going to love this so much!"
Chelsea bit her lip again as her trepidation started to reassert itself over the delight of her uncle's funny antics. But this was for daddy's Christmas present! And daddy really liked pictures like this, Uncle Norman said so. It would be okay. Right?
"You can do it, baby," her uncle reassured her.
But could she, really? Oh gosh! The first thing she had to do was let the dress shirt slide down and off of her arms. She knew perfectly well the shirt wasn't really hiding anything, but it was still frightening to toss it to the side and kneel on the chair completely naked. Her fright didn't stop her uncle's camera from whirring away behind her.
Now the really scary part! Chelsea reached one hand down, down towards her little cunny. Why was it tingling so excitingly? The knuckles of her other hand turned white from her tight, frightened grip on the top of the chair. Oh gosh, this was scary. Uncle Norman was right there, looking at her, taking pictures of her. Something inside her made her question all the reassurance he kept giving her. But this was for daddy! Yes, yes, it was for daddy's Christmas present. She could do this!
Chelsea closed her eyes, bit her little lip to calm her qualms and let her middle finger touch the top of her quivering, tingling young pussy. The strangest ripple ran through her small body at the touch.
"Here, baby," Chelsea heard Uncle Norman's soft, reassuring voice whisper. "Let me help you get it just right, just like the lady in the pictures, just the way your daddy likes." And then, before she could even gasp, his hand came around her body and covered her much smaller hand and guided her fingers forward, deeper, pressing them into the warm, slick surfaces of her small cunny. Oh! Why did she give out such a strange, longing moan?
Everything was coming together perfectly. Norm could see that the stimulating gel he'd brushed onto his little niece's cunny was doing its job. The emotions that kept sweeping across her pretty young face were amazing - uncertainty, desire, fear, need - and his camera loved them. He'd never really thought he'd get this far with her, but now that they were here he was hardly going to let things stop. He stepped in close, reached around and guided her hand along the slippery, glistening surface of her cunny. He let his own fingers touch her and he thought he would lose control, but he didn't. Barely. He felt the shiver that went through her at his touch, at her own touch. He slid her middle finger into her childish slit, opening her lips and he let his own fingers slide up and down along her labia as he pressed her finger harder against her clit. He helped her stroke herself, around and around, setting a rhythm designed to drive her wild. He knew the stimulating gel would get warmer and stronger as they rubbed it into her perfect, small cunt.
It was the hardest thing Norm had ever done to pull his hand away and let little Chelsea stroke and massage her own, desperate, little pussy. But a moment later, from behind his camera, as he captured every moment of her frantic drive towards climax, he smiled, certain that this wouldn't be the end of their photo shoot. All his careful planning seemed to be coming together!
Chelsea moaned, with her head tipped back and her little mouth wide open. She was lost to the new sensations exploding out of her cunny. The camera whirred, capturing everything, as Chelsea tilted her pelvis back and forth, grinding on her own fingers with desperation. As the first sweet orgasm of her life finally overwhelmed her, her eyes snapped open and she looked straight into her uncle's camera. She'd practically forgotten he was there - and now there was no going back. She knew she was showing the camera something special, something forbidden, something wrong - but she couldn't stop her fingers from swirling even faster through her throbbing, needy cunny as she moaned and the camera shutter clicked again and again and again. The sweet, naive little child was too far gone to observe the look on her favorite uncle's face - the look of a hungry wolf.
As Chelsea changed clothes for her next modeling session, her mind whirled. She didn't really understand what had happened to her. Those strange, intense feelings had been so scary. But they'd also been... what? Why couldn't she stop thinking about them? When she closed her eyes she felt the way Uncle Norman's fingers had twined with her own fingers and pressed into the warmth of her... No! But... She was so confused!
She was also confused as to why the mini-skirt she pulled up over her slender, gently curved hips was so short. It wasn't really a skirt at all - more like the hint of a skirt, with a broad black waistband, a few inches inches of red velvet fabric and a fringe of snowy white, soft faux fur. Oh gosh! Now she understood, it was like a cute little Christmas skirt - but why didn't it cover her ass or hide her bare little cunny. Oh well - maybe she was supposed to show her little cunny in the pictures again. Another stab of emotion at the idea rushed through her - emotions she didn't understand.
Chelsea pulled on the little Christmas vest - more red velvet and soft white fur - and looked at herself in the big mirror. The vest didn't hide anything. But she thought maybe it wasn't supposed to. As she sat and started to pull the candy-cane striped stockings up her thin, shapely legs, she wondered what the next set of pictures from daddy's computer were going to be like. It was only as she pulled the stockings all the way to the top of her smooth thighs that she understood the little dangling laces that hung from under her ridiculous short skirt. She snapped the garters on to hold up the pretty stockings and checked herself in the mirror again, just as Uncle Norman stepped up behind her. Gosh, it felt nice when he brushed her gleaming red hair out like that - and she couldn't help noticing the odd way he stared at her small body in the big mirror.
"Are you ready to see the next set of pictures, baby?" Norm asked the pretty child as he pulled the brush through her long red hair.
It was a moment before Chelsea answered, a moment to wonder if she'd made a mistake. But no, she loved daddy and she wanted him to have the best Christmas ever! Still, they way Uncle Norman was looking...
"I'm ready," Chelsea said, but her lip quivered.
"Great," Uncle Norman replied. He put the short stack of photos in front his niece. "I'll finish your hair while you memorize the poses."
Chelsea's eyes flared as she looked through the pictures of a pretty blonde lady, with very small breasts and long smooth legs, who was dressed exactly the same as her - but no, there was one difference. The lady was wearing a Santa hat. Did Uncle Norman have a Santa hat for her? She looked up into the mirror as he pulled the hat onto her head and smiled at her, then looked back at the pictures of the nearly naked lady. The first few pictures were fine, she'd already done most of that. Besides, she liked the bear! Then the pictures got a little scarier, but not that bad. But oh, gosh, what was that thing in the later pictures? Oh no! Who was...? What was...? Oh gosh, the poor lady! The pictures made the butterflies stampede in Chelsea's tummy. She could barely turn over the last pictures - oh! OH!
But wait - look how the lady in the scary pictures was smiling. She was happy! Chelsea locked eyes with Uncle Norman in the mirror and heard him whisper. "See how much fun that will be, baby? And your daddy really, really likes these pictures. He'll like them even better when it's you in the pictures. I'm sure of it! Are you ready?"
Still stunned, little Chelsea could only nod her head.
If sweet Chelsea was shocked by the pictures of the lady in the candy-cane stockings, then she was completely floored by what she saw when she walked into Uncle Norman's living room, holding his hand to steady her nerves.
"Uncle Greg!" Chelsea gasped.
Indeed, Uncle Norman's younger brother Greg, with a shit-eating grin, was standing there with one of Norm's cameras. Chelsea's eyes went as big as saucers and she instinctively did everything she could to hide her nakedness from his piercing, wicked gaze.
"It's okay, baby," Uncle Norman was quick to gently soothe the child. "It's fine. Don't worry, it's just Greg." He knelt to hold Chelsea and stroked his hand through her long, thick red hair to comfort her. "He's going to help us make your daddy's Christmas present. I told him about it and he really, really wanted to help. Isn't that great? We can do a much better job now. Don't worry - just be glad we can make even better pictures with his help."
"Uhm, uh, I guess?" Chelsea whimpered. But then she squared her shoulders and reminded herself how much she wanted daddy's Christmas present to be the best Christmas present ever. "It's okay. I'm ready."
By the time they'd finished the first few poses, Chelsea was giggling and happy again. Uncle Norman was sweet and silly, like before! But it turned out that Uncle Greg, who was the one taking all the pictures while Uncle Norman told her what to do and helped pose her just right, was way funnier than Uncle Norman. Chelsea laughed and giggled and blushed as Uncle Greg kept up a running, crazy, flattering tease. Three or four poses into the set, Chelsea was completely comfortable being essentially naked in front of her two uncles, and she happily displayed her pretty body in every way they asked for.
Chelsea liked the festive little Christmas tree that set the mood for her pictures. But she loved the giant stuffed Christmas bear Uncle Norman brought out for her to pose with. The bear was as big as she was and he sported the prettiest red bow around his fat, furry neck. Uncle Norman even said she could keep the bear afterwards if she wanted!
As they started working through the various poses, Chelsea relaxed more and more. She really started to like the pretty outfit she was wearing, especially the pretty candy-cane stockings. So what if the mini-skirt was silly - it was pretty too! When she posed with the bear pretending to nibble at her cunny, they all laughed and laughed. When she got on her hands and knees, arching her back like Uncle Norman asked, and pretended to nibble between the bear's legs, they laughed even harder. After that she pushed her little ass even higher in the air, with her elbows down on the floor, while Uncle Norman posed the big teddy bear behind her as if it was holding her thin hips. This seemed so silly to her that she could barely keep her giggling under control.
She was still laughing when she rolled over and spread her legs wide so that Uncle Greg could make her little pussy prettier by rubbing more of the nice warm, glistening gel onto her. His funny faces kept her giggling as he took more pictures, then asked her to roll over again and see if she could do the splits. It made her proud to show Uncle Greg how flexible she was.
Uncle Norman was right - everything about posing for this set of pictures was fun!
But things started getting a little scarier and a little more serious after that. When Chelsea turned around and sat back up she saw something that took the laughter right out of her. With all the fun and giggling, Chelsea had forgotten all about the mysterious thing she'd seen in the pictures of the pretty blonde lady. Now the mysterious object was dangling right in front of her! It was dangling from a patch of curly dark hair at the top of Uncle Norman's legs! And why did Uncle Norman take all his clothes off while she wasn't looking?
Chelsea clutched the stuffed bear against her smooth skin, gasped and nearly fell over backwards. A second later she realized, as she heard the camera's shutter click again and again, that she'd just perfectly reenacted the picture where the pretty lady in the candy-cane stockings pretended to be shocked and frightened. Too bad Chelsea wasn't pretending.
"Don't be scared, baby," Uncle Norman crooned. "It's no big deal. You can do this. Do you need to look at the pictures again, so you understand?"
Her uncle's voice was sweet and reassuring - but the big thing between his legs swayed back and forth as he moved, and it looked bigger than Chelsea remembered from the pictures. And it twitched! Was it alive? Oh gosh! She couldn't speak. She couldn't stop trembling.
"Chelsea, it's fine, you can do this," Uncle Greg said reassuringly - but when she glanced his way he was making sure he captured every second of her turmoil.
"Really, baby, it's okay," Uncle Norman said. His voice was so soothing. "Just think how much your daddy's going to like seeing you. You're so much prettier than that the girl in the pictures - and you mean so much to your daddy. But daddy loves these pictures - he looks at them all the time. Come on, baby, you can do it."
"F-for daddy?" the small child stammered. "Are... are you sure?"
"Oh yeah, baby girl, I'm so sure. Your daddy will like it so much. Do you need to see the pictures again?" As he soothed his little niece, Norm subtly moved closer and closer to her. When she shook her head, he stepped even closer. "Are you ready, baby?"
"I... I guess?"
"That's my brave girl." Norm stepped even closer, towering over her small body.
Chelsea knew what she was supposed to do. The pictures of the lady were seared into her mind. She just kept telling herself over and over, 'it's for daddy, it's for daddy,' as she came upwards to kneel in front of her Uncle, trying not to shy away as the mysterious thing between his legs got closer and closer.
With his little niece's face just inches from his cock, Norm had to hide the quaver in his voice. "That's great, baby, just like the lady in the photos." His eyes flashed angrily at Greg when the other man gave a slight gasp as he framed Chelsea's gorgeous young face and Norm's long, thick, flaccid cock into a single closeup.
But Chelsea didn't see. Chelsea didn't see anything but the big cock right in front of her. Chelsea didn't see anything but the big cock that she was supposed to reach out and hold in her small, dainty hands.
"Go on, baby, you can do it," Uncle Norman whispered to her.
'It's for daddy, it's for daddy.' Chelsea used both hands to scoop up the mystery appendage. When it twitched at her touch she pulled her hands back as if it was a burning log.
"No, baby, it's fine!" Uncle Norman hurried to tell her. "Don't be scared. It's supposed to do that. It likes your touch. Really, it likes it - I like it. Don't be scared. Come on baby, touch Uncle's cock again. Daddy will love seeing you holding Uncle's cock."
Chelsea's eyes flared and she looked up into Uncle Norman's face. "C-cock?" she said.
"Yeah, baby, it's Uncle's cock. It really likes you! Go on baby. Daddy will go crazy when he sees you holding my cock. He'll be so happy."
'It's for daddy, it's for daddy!' The mantra rolled through Chelsea's confused young mind, getting stronger and stronger and slowly overwhelming her instincts to run and hide. She reached up again and cradled the cock in both hands. It had grown bigger! How was that possible? It twitched and throbbed in her hands and even as she watched it swelled and stiffened. From the corner of her eye she saw Uncle Greg moving about, taking more and more pictures of her pretty, frightened face. Looking upwards, Uncle Norman loomed above her with an expression the little girl had never seen before and couldn't understand - not a mean or angry expression, but not happy either. More like he was impatiently waiting to open his Christmas presents.
Chelsea realized the huge cock was pointed straight at her now. Even if she let go it would only bob. She knew what she was supposed to do, what the lady in the candy-cane stockings did in the pictures. She wrapped her small hands around it and stroked them up and down. She almost stopped when Uncle Norman gave out a little moan. 'It's for daddy, it's for daddy!' she heard in her mind, over and over. The cock was so warm and throbbing and... and excited - that was the only word for it.
Uncle Norman took a half step closer to her, moving into her personal space, unavoidable. Every instinct said run, but the mantra kept Chelsea kneeling on the floor, it kept her little hands stroking up and down the long, fat cock. A shiver went through her whole body when she felt Uncle Norman's hand on the top of her head. He gently guided her forward. She knew what to do, but... could she?
Chelsea let her uncle bring her face in close, until the cock was nestled along her cheek, pressed to the side of her nose and tickling the edge of her small lips. It practically burned the sensitive skin of her blushing face. The whir of the camera filled her ears as Uncle Greg recreated the scenes from daddy's 'very best favorite' pictures. 'It's for daddy, it's for daddy!' ran through Chelsea's mind and she let her little tongue slide out through her quivering lips.
"That's right, baby. Oh god, yeah. Your daddy will love this!" Norm croaked. The sight and feel of his eight-year-old niece's tongue sliding up the underside of his cock nearly made him explode.
The skin of Uncle's cock was slightly salted and Chelsea's nostrils filled with an odd, musty odor she'd never experienced. But it was the way she could feel the blood pounding through the rigid pole of flesh that really grabbed her attention. She was mesmerized by it. She couldn't understand why it made her feel small, weak, vulnerable. It was so powerful and demanding, and she knew what it was demanding; she'd seen what she had to do in daddy's favorite pictures. Did daddy feel powerful and demanding when he looked at those pictures? How would daddy feel when he looked at pictures of Chelsea and the dominating cock? Why was Chelsea's little cunny tingling and flooding again?
"Oh god, baby," Uncle Norman moaned and Chelsea's cunny spasmed.
Chelsea knew what she had to do. The mantra looped through her brain, driving her on. She flattened her little tongue, strained upwards and licked Uncle Norman's hot, throbbing pole of flesh over and over again, until it was slick and glistening like the one in the pictures. The fingers twined tightly into her long hair helped to guide her, controlling the speed and power of her sluicing tongue. And when the fingers pulled her upwards she didn't fight them - how could she, she was just a little girl and the big cock was in charge - and she opened her lips wide to let the head of Uncle's cock slide into her warm mouth.
"Oh my g....," Chelsea heard from beside her when Uncle Greg strangled his own excitement. She heard the camera whirring fast. 'It's for daddy, it's for daddy!' she sang inside her head. Would daddy really like seeing Chelsea's pretty face with Uncle Norman's cock pushing farther and deeper into her mouth? Why? She didn't understand. And she didn't understand why her little cunny was throbbing and clutching. Since she only needed one hand to stroke Uncle's cock now that it was deep in her mouth, she dropped the other to clutch with desperation at her small pussy. Oh gosh - why was she so wet?
"Oh god, oh god, baby, yes, it's, it's, oh god, yes!"
Uncle Norman wasn't making any sense, but there wasn't anything the little girl could do about it. Then something hot and thick and oily filled her mouth all around the head of Uncle's throbbing, big cock! Chelsea's eyes flared in frightened surprise, but before she could even begin to understand, Her Uncle pulled his cock from her mouth and more of the nasty goo sprayed out of it onto her face, again and once again.
Chelsea remembered how the lady in the pictures had some kind of icing on her face in the last pictures. And now she knew where it came from - the cock! She felt it across her forehead and cheek. It was sliding down her nose to drip on her cheek. And the same terrifying stuff was still cloying at her mouth.
She tilted her head back to look up into Uncle Norman's face. He looked as if he'd just had the most amazing, wonderful experience of his life. But the whirring of the camera caught her attention and she turned to look into the camera's lens, mouth agape, still stunned. The face of her other uncle, behind the camera, was filled with awe.
The little red-headed beauty realized she had done it! She'd gotten to the end of the pictures. There was only one thing left to do. Chelsea stared into the camera, closed her mouth and swallowed the awful stuff Uncle Norman's cock had left there. She'd done it, it was over, daddy's present was complete! The taste cloyed at her mouth, tormenting her, but she was done.
But even as Chelsea congratulated herself she saw Uncle Greg hand Uncle Norman the camera and take a step back. Why was he dropping his trousers? Oh gosh! Uncle Greg had a cock too! She barely registered Uncle Norman's words as he explained. "Don't worry baby, we just want to make sure the money shots are really perfect for your daddy. It's okay, baby." All her attention was glued to the size and dominance of Uncle Greg's cock!
Oh gosh! Why was she scrabbling so fast and hard at her little cunny?
Uncle Greg didn't waste any time getting his fingers wrapped into Chelsea's long red locks, pulling her lips and tongue in tight to do their magic on his big, hungry pole. He didn't try to strangle his moans of pleasure like Uncle Norman had. Maybe he wasn't afraid of frightening her anymore. Her tongue busily coated his cock with glistening saliva and her lips parted around his shaft when he tilted her head and pulled her even tighter. She didn't remember the lady doing this! Oh! Uncle Greg's growling excitement was frightening.
When he pulled her up to slip the head of the fat cock past her lips, Chelsea knew she was in trouble. But the trouble excited her! She didn't understand it. She didn't understand, but she made her fingers wriggle about against her desperate cunny even faster. Oh god! Uncle Greg was trying shove his cock right down her throat. Oh! It was scary. It was... ohh! She was so close! But he was gagging her!
"No, Greg, you can't. She's too little," Chelsea heard he other uncle say. Can't what? But the frantic pressure to push the huge cock head down her throat ceased and Uncle Greg just stroked the big thing in and out past her lips with rapid, strong thrusts. Somehow Chelsea knew to suck as hard as she could and she was rewarded with another moan of intense pleasure from her uncle - a reward that suddenly drove her over the edge as her little cunny exploded with tingling pleasure.
"Oh god, yeah, yeah, here it comes! Get ready," Uncle Greg barked out in breathy, excited tone. "Yeah, yeah, now!" He flooded Chelsea's mouth with more of the hot, awful goo. Then just like his brother he withdrew from her mouth and sprayed more and more of his seed all over her pretty face.
The sight of the naive pretty preteen in the sexy Christmas outfit, iced with the cum of her two happy uncles, was incredibly erotic - the most erotic thing either man had ever seen.
But Chelsea didn't care. As her fingers and the wonderful, stimulating gel took her to a whole new level of overwhelming pleasure and the mantra 'it's for daddy, it's for daddy' circled endlessly through her preteen brain the only thing that mattered to Chelsea was her daddy's present. Oh gosh! She hoped and prayed that her pictures would make her daddy happy.
Chelsea blinked and looked about her as her bliss faded away. Her uncles smiled back at her. Uncle Norman helped her to her feet and gently cleaned her face with a warm, damp cloth. When he was done, a warm glow of triumph suffused her and beamed forth from her smiling face. She'd done it - they'd done it - they'd taken all the pictures for daddy's special Christmas present! Oh! She couldn't wait to see how daddy would react when he looked at her pictures. Would he really like them better than the originals, just because his own little girl was in the pictures, his own little girl without much clothes on, his own little girl with her tongue licking a big, dominating cock...? Oh... gosh.
But... why was Uncle Greg taking pictures again? Oh, he was probably just being silly again. But...
"You were amazing, baby," Uncle Norman said, taking Chelsea by the hand and leading her down the hall. "You did such a great job. Your daddy is going to go crazy for all these pictures," he continued. "But we'd better freshen you up a bit."
Chelsea glanced over her shoulder. Uncle Greg was following them into Uncle Norman's bedroom and he was carrying the giant Christmas teddy bear. What was going on? Uncle Norman led her to the vanity, where she sat down and looked into the mirror, but before she could say anything, he turned her to face him and deftly repaired her smudged red lipstick. Why did she need fresh lipstick? Oh, why was he brushing her hair again? Why was he plaiting it into a long tight braid down her back? Chelsea looked in the mirror again - why was Uncle Greg taking pictures again? "Uncle? Ah-aren't we done?" She heard the way her small, high-pitched voice quavered.
"Oh no, baby, there's lots more of your daddy's favorite pictures to take. I just didn't want to scare you before," Uncle Norman said. "We have some really special pictures to take next. Here, let me show you a few of them - these are your daddy's favorite, favorite pictures. I know, because I helped take them."
"What?" Chelsea asked with surprise, but then she looked down at the folder of pictures Uncle Norman put on the vanity in front of her. She opened the folder to see a different pretty lady wearing the same pretty Christmas outfit that she was wearing - a different lady with long red hair trailing down her back. Chelsea's fingers trembled as she turned over the first picture, as if she sensed what she was going to see next. Oh! Oh! How could this be? The lady in the pictures was mommy! Her legs were... oh. Chelsea turned over the next picture quickly. Oh gosh! What is that? Why...?
Before little Chelsea could even begin to understand what she was seeing in the pictures of her mommy she heard Uncle Norman clear his throat behind her. Her eyes flashed back up to the mirror to lock with the reflection of his eyes. "Now just hold still, baby. You won't be needing to use you mouth anymore for these pictures, so we'll just add this pretty Christmas decoration to your outfit, okay?"
"But Uncle Norman! That's, that's... oh gosh!"
But Uncle Norman dangled something in front of Chelsea's face. She refocused her huge green eyes from the mirror to the object. It was a large red ball, like a shiny Christmas tree ornament, dangling between black leather straps. It was just like the one... No! "Open wide, baby," Uncle Norman said.
"What... no... please..." Chelsea tried to say, but those were her last words of the night. Uncle pulled the large ball gag against her gaping lips and with steady but inexorable pressure he forced her to let it in past her lips, past her teeth, until it settled deep in her mouth. For a second her jaw strained open farther than she thought possible until the ball slipped in far enough for her teeth and lips to partially close around it and release some of the pressure. It was so scary! Her eyes refocused on the mirror and she saw how the big ball in her mouth accentuated the shape of her face, setting off her high, round cheekbones and her small, freckled nose. She watched in enforced silence as her uncle carefully strapped the ball gag tight behind her neck, under her long red braid. She also saw the reflection of Uncle Greg, smiling in a way that put ice in Chelsea's veins as his camera captured every moment.
Was this really what daddy liked? Oh!
Uncle Norman pulled the pointy Christmas hat back onto Chelsea's head and leaned in close to whisper in her ear. "Just one more thing, then we're all ready to take the rest of the pictures for your daddy, baby." Gently, Uncle Norman took Chelsea's wrists in his hands and pulled them back behind her back. He held them with one hand just long enough to turn over another picture of her mommy, so that she would understand. The little girl didn't struggle. She was too shocked, and besides, the mantra was once again circling through her head over and over 'it's for daddy, it's for daddy, it's for...' The feel of the rope winding about her crossed forearms, from wrist to wrist sent shivers through her small body. The sight of Uncle Greg taking pictures of her transformation from preteen Christmas cutie to hot Christmas sex slave just made the shivers worse.
Her two uncles led Chelsea over to Uncle Norman's big bed, where her new Christmas teddy bear waited for her, sitting up against the headboard. Uncle Norman helped her up onto the high bed - gosh, it was hard to do anything with your arms tied behind your back - and then he did the strangest thing she'd ever seen in her life. He pulled a mask over his face! The mask covered all of his face except for his mouth - it was the mask of a bulldog.
Chelsea was scared. Chelsea's arms were tied. Chelsea's mouth was gagged with the uncomfortable red ball. Chelsea was sprawled on her back with her thin stockinged legs spread wide, feeling incredibly vulnerable and exposed. Chelsea was helpless. But when her uncle pretended to bark, then stuck his tongue and started panting like an excited dog, her eyes flared in surprise.
She heard a noise and swung her eyes around, only to find Uncle Greg grinning wildly at her as he pulled on a monkey mask! Just like the dog mask, it covered everything but her uncle's mouth. Her surprise increased when he started squeaking "Eep, eep," and prancing around like a silly chimpanzee. He even jumped onto the bed, then jumped off, nearly knocking Uncle Norman to the ground.
It turns out that it's rather difficult to giggle when sporting a big red ball gag. Chelsea's giggles bubbled around the edges of the gag as she laughed and laughed at the funny antics of her two grown-up uncles. They were so silly! Uncle Norman got right up onto the bed with her, crawling around on all fours, whining and snuffling and sniffing just like a big friendly dog. And even as he kept the camera going, Uncle Greg cavorted and "Eeped" and frolicked. They were so funny!
It never occurred to the little girl to ask herself why the two grown men would want to hide their identities as they continued to help her make her daddy's wonderful Christmas present.
Chelsea forgot all about being scared. She nearly forgot about her arms being tied. She laughed and her pretty green eyes glistened with happy tears. When the uncle-dog snuffling around and around her licked across her unprotected little nipples she squealed with delight - as best one could squeal around a huge ball gag. Ooh! It tickled. It tickled when he licked across her little navel. It tickled when he licked along the inside her thigh, then the other thigh. Ooooh! It tickled, but it felt good too. It felt very good.
Oh, oh, oh gosh! It felt all kinds of interesting, strange, wonderful new things when the uncle-dog slavered his strong tongue through the folds of Chelsea's small, wet cunny. Her gagged giggling rapidly transformed to gagged moaning. She spread her legs wider, dug her heels into the bed and arched her back. Ooooh! Her felt her heart beating fast. She struggled against the ropes - not because she wanted to escape but because she wanted to grab the uncle-dog's head and pull him harder against her small, spasming pussy. Oh! Oh!
No! Wait! Don't stop! Oh, where did he... Ah, ah, yes! Chelsea quickly discovered that Uncle Greg was just as good at laving little girl pussy as Uncle Norman was. He seemed to really like the taste of her cunny. He went after it with such energy and hunger. From the corner of her eye she saw the leering dog mask, just behind the ever-present camera. But she couldn't concentrate - she could only squirm and squeal around her gag and... oh, oh, oh gosh! What are you... no... please... don't!
Suddenly Chelsea found herself forcibly rolled over onto her stomach. She couldn't see what was happening, but she could feel Uncle Greg lifting her hips higher and higher, up onto her knees. She strained her pretty face around to see what was happening, only to stare with fright into Uncle Norman's camera and his now-scary bulldog mask. Something touched her excited cunny - but it wasn't Uncle Greg's tongue - it was his fingers! She felt the warm, tingling gel as he spread it between her lips and all around her puffy mons. What was happening? She wanted to plead for someone to explain what was happening, but the frustrating big gag prevented anything but a frightened squeak. And oh, gosh, her little cunny was so excited!
Uncle Norman's camera whirred and whirred. Uncle Greg lifted Chelsea's hips higher, with her knees just at the edge of the tall bed. His cock throbbed and strained as he slotted the bulbous head into the immature slit of Chelsea's sex. It looked so big compared to the eight-year-old's glistening opening.
"Nnnnnn, nnnnnn, nnnnnn," Chelsea squeaked. Something big was pushing at her cunny! It could only be Uncle Greg's big cock. Oh gosh - he couldn't - it was too big! "Nnnnnn!" It was too big but... but... oh, oh, yes, yes, Uncle Greg, yes!
Uncle Greg, standing just behind his little niece, thrust his hips forward and ripped through the final fragile curtain of Chelsea's innocence. "Oh god, Norm, so tight, so..., jeez, you have no idea! Oh fuck, yes," he wailed over the child's muffled moans. Slowly, carefully, centimeter by centimeter, he pulsed his cock deeper into the sensitive tunnel. His big hands grasped the little girl's bare hips, just disappearing under her ridiculous skirt. His arms visibly trembled with his excitement.
With each slow thrust Chelsea felt the invasion go deeper, stretch her farther. It was impossible, but it was happening! She knew how big her uncle's cock was, she'd just had it in her mouth a little while ago. How was he managing to force it farther and farther up inside her. Why did it feel so strange - painful and wonderful at the same time?
"You were right, Norm. I still can barely believe it, but just look at her, she's just like her mom," Uncle Greg panted. "Oh god, yeah, I can't go any deeper. So fucking tight."
"Just hurry up, Greg! God, I want my turn."
Turns? Chelsea asked herself. But her thoughts were immediately swept away when her uncle slowly withdrew his cock from her tight embrace, leaving her with a terrible empty longing that she didn't understand. Then he thrust forward to fill her up again and her mind nearly exploded. "Nnnnn, nnnnn" she moaned around her gag.
Uncle Greg started to really fuck his little niece. Faster and faster he pumped his thick cock into impossibly small cunny. The tiny skirt that hugged her waist bounced up and down with the rhythm of his lust.
As his brother energetically fucked his hot little eight-year-old niece, Norm made sure to catch every second with his excellent camera. From the second he'd seen the way the little slut accepted the humiliation of the ball gag, without a single struggle he'd known she was going to love being fucked by her two big uncles. He knew she didn't understand that tying her up made her love it even more. And the camera was proving, again and again, how much she loved it. She loved being gagged. She loved being bound. She loved being the center of attention. She loved being used! She simply didn't understand why. And damn, he was so looking forward to his turn to use her hot, young body!
"Nnnnnn, nnnnnn," Chelsea moaned on and on. The mantra 'it's for daddy, it's for daddy,' repeated in her head, in perfect time with her uncle's vicious thrusts.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," Uncle Greg shouted. "Oh god, I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum inside her! Yes, yes, oh god, yessssss!" He pushed as deep inside the little child as he could get, straining at her hips and trembling everywhere. He'd never felt anything so fantastic as the way her tight cunt gripped his ejaculating cock. He came and came, nearly passing out before he was done.
Chelsea didn't understand what was happening. Why did her uncle stop? It had felt so right. She just knew daddy would love seeing it. Wait, no, don't pull out - do it some.... Oh, oh! Uncle Norman, you too? Oh god, Uncle Norman, your cock is even bigger? "Nnnnnnnnnnnn!"
Uncle Norman didn't waste any time. He was too excited, too full of lust. He took up a fast, hard pace. Jesus, she really was tight!
The second Uncle Norman's cock began its frantic dance in and out of her young pussy, Chelsea's orgasm peeked. Her jaw ached from the gag. The ropes cut into her aching arms. The side of her freckled, pretty face ground into the bed and one shoulder rubbed hard against the fabric. Her tight cunt burned and ached and throbbed and shivered, but it was all for daddy, for daddy, for daddddddddyyyyy!
The camera caught the climax on the little girl's face. It caught the way her pussy clutched at her uncle's big cock. It caught the moment her uncle held her tight and pumped his hot cum into her tiny womb. The camera captured every image, fulfilling the promise to make the best Christmas present for daddy ever.
Chelsea lay on her side in a heap, too exhausted and sore and overwhelmed to move. But the mantra still swirled, quietly, through her young mind. She felt a rivulet of cum dripping from her sore cunny, running over her thigh, but she couldn't do anything about it. She'd done it. She'd helped make her daddy a unique, wonderful present.
But moment after moment of her photo sessions played through Chelsea's mind and she could help asking herself: If daddy liked looking at pictures like the ones in his favorite photos, wouldn't daddy like to do those things even more? And if he was going to like looking at the pictures even more with Chelsea in them - wouldn't he.....?
More and more frightening, exciting thoughts filled Chelsea's young brain as she lay on the bed, helpless and overwrought. But finally her uncles returned. She desperately wanted to ask Uncle Norman about all her scary thoughts, but of course the awful gag prevented it.
Uncle Norman smiled as he leaned over his sexy little niece's bound body. He bent down to kiss her on the cheek before he spoke to her in a gentle, soothing voice. "Well, baby, we've checked over all your pictures. And they're perfect, baby, just perfect. Your daddy's going to love them! Look here," he said, showing Chelsea a small thumb drive from a candy-cane striped laniard. "I've put all your wonderful pictures onto this flash drive for your daddy. So now all that's left is to wrap your daddy's present up for tomorrow morning. Did you know it's nearly midnight, baby? Christmas is right around the corner!"
To Chelsea's great surprise and growing trepidation, her uncle carefully put the laniard with the flash drive over her head to hang around her neck. Why would he do that? She so wanted to ask what was going on - she was learning just how evil a big ball gag could be.
But Uncle Norman glanced at Uncle Greg and they both gave her knowing, amused smiles. The confusion was clear on her pretty face.
"Don't worry, Chelsea," Uncle Greg said. "We'll make sure your present for your daddy is all wrapped up and waiting for him under the tree," he continued, stepping forward. Chelsea's eyes flared with surprise when she saw the rope in his hand. "And of course, we want him to find our present too," he said.
"Good thing for us, baby" Uncle Norman took up the narrative. "It turns out your present for your daddy and our present for him have a lot in common."
"No, no, no," Chelsea wanted to scream as Uncle Norman held her ankles together and Uncle Greg wrapped the rope around them, winding it all the way up her calves. But she didn't fight them, she didn't struggle and she couldn't help but notice the way her little cunny began to tingle again as they rolled her onto her on stomach and firmly tied her ankles to her arms, forcing her to arch her back severely. She was completely helpless as Uncle Norman slipped the little vibrator into her cunny, and when he turned it on her eyes nearly rolled back in her head.
"How long will that last?" Uncle Greg asked his brother as they lifted Chelsea's small body from the bed and carried her to the big box on the floor.
"Oh, it'll easily last until morning," Uncle Norman answered. "Pity we won't be there to see him open his present."
Chelsea's two uncles gently lowered the child into the big, candy-cane striped box. Unable to do more than twist and turn, the vibrator was already driving her crazy. She tried to scream as the lid came over the top of the box and everything went completely dark, but of course nothing but a low moan of frustration escaped her evil ball gag.
And Chelsea finally understood what her new future was going to be. 'It's for daddy, it's for daddy, it's for daddy,' ran constantly through her mind, even as she quivered and moaned in her dark box, hoping that Christmas morning would come very, very soon.
And soon enough, it would.
Merry Christmas!
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