It also had several black straps attached on each side, a few at each end.
“I had to special order it,” he told me. “It's very expensive. And it's ergonomically designed for comfort, just for you, Jessica.”
I stood up on wobbly legs, leaving my drink on the end table beside the couch, and walked unsteadily around the thing.
“Is it a chair or a bed?” I asked. “Or is it for the computer?”
“Let me show you.”
He took my small hand and led me around to the end of the ramp that rose only a few inches off the floor, then put his hands on my narrow lower back and gently had me drop down to my knees on the thing.
“It's sort of spongy,” I giggled to him, not certain what I was doing anymore. “It feels nice, though.”
“Exactly.”
He gently leaned me forward, so that my waist was resting over and on the black velvet section that was raised in the middle, then had me lay down further so that my upper body was resting (and slightly stretched across) the rest of the thing at a slightly downward angle.
My bare arms were on each side but my hands couldn't quite reach the floor. And it left my butt sticking weirdly up in the air.
“Is it for exercise?” I wanted to know. “It's definitely comfortable. In fact, I could probably go to sleep on this thing…”
And that was the last thing I remember.
It must have been all that rum in the pina coladas.
And when I woke up again, the situation in my Uncle Dan's basement had drastically changed. I was still face down on the black velvet wedge/ramp thing, but I noticed many things at the same time.
The first was that I couldn't move my arms.
“Hey!” I cried out, a little scared finally. “Uncle Dan…!”
“Relax, Jessica,” I heard him say, behind me. “You're going to like this more than you think.”
Both of my hands were held in place on either side by the soft straps around my slim wrists, as were my slender bare ankles held in place, and apart, so that my coltish legs were spread, by similar straps at the rear of the thing.
I pulled against the straps but discovered I couldn't move. At least, not enough to make any difference. Or escape.
My uncle had somehow gotten my pajama bottoms off before strapping me in so that my little butt was not only sticking up in the air but was bare as well, my only clothing my skimpy pajama top. I was also somehow wearing the blue plastic butterfly in the little blue ribbon harness around my naked hips.
The butterfly itself was directly on my hairless vagina, tightly enough against it to be pressing into it slightly.
“This is called sex furniture,” my uncle said, somewhere behind me. “If you're good, you should enjoy the next couple of hours. But, if you're bad…well, I'll have to spank your bare little ass all over this room.”
And as his voice trailed off, the threat remained in the air.
“What are you doing?!” I started to cry, full-out scared by then. “Uncle Dan, please, I don't like this…”
His warm hand suddenly gave my bare butt a gentle squeeze, causing me to jerk with shock at the sensation. A second later, he touched at my butthole, just pressing a fingertip against it, making me jerk again.
“Oh, God, no!” I was shaking my head. “Please, Uncle Dan!”
“Tell me how much you like this,” he said calmly. “Or love it, actually.”
And a second later the butterfly came to life on my little pussy, a low vibration steadily emitting from it that went straight into my most sensitive part, the little hot-button I'd discovered years earlier with my fingers.
My clitoris.
That was something I'd looked up repeatedly on the computer in the 3rd grade, all about my clit, as soon as I'd realized I could give myself endless pleasure (orgasms!) manipulating it.
“Ohhhh, God!” I moaned involuntarily, squirming, the vibrations rippling outward from that tiny pinpoint of sensation and throughout my entire crotch. “Uncle Dan, I don't want to do this… please.”
But he apparently then turned the dial of the remote control up another notch, for as the vibrations increased so did my pleasure, my pussy filling with so much oily moisture I was suddenly dripping.
“You say no, but your sweet little cunt says yes,” he informed me, gently sliding a fingertip under the butterfly from behind and just inside the quivering lips of my now-pulsing vagina. “You're already wet and breathing hard.”
That was true, as well.
My heartbeat was suddenly pounding in my ears, my breath growing ragged, whether from fear or sexual excitement I couldn't tell. His finger then left my pussy and, still slippery with my little-girl lubrication, traced a moist path back to my small anus, then slid into it.
“Oh, God! Uhhh.”
As I lay there, facedown and helpless, he slid his finger in and out of my asshole for several long moments, clearly excited to be doing so, if his rapidly quickening breathing was any real indication.
“Leave my butthole alone,” I begged him, trying to squirm away but unable to. “I can't believe this!”
With my face pressed sideways against the black velvet ramp-like part of the sex furniture, I saw him kneeling beside me and just behind me. He was completely naked, his body completely shaved so that his penis and testicles were clearly visible.
Standing out as if from a 3-D movie.
He had a huge erection, the stiffness of it jutting up, the swollen head of it red and already throbbing.
I started to cry again.
“Please, Uncle Dan, don't put that big thing up me…” I whimpered. “Not up my little butthole.”
I knew instinctively, and immediately, what he planned.
He gave me a look of mild surprise, then smacked my bare ass with his open hand, making me jump.
“I am going to stick my cock up your virgin asshole,” he informed me, as if I heard that kind of thing every day. “It may hurt a little at first, but in the long run you're going to love it. I promise you, Jessica.”
Hearing that, I strained to get free but only succeeded in tightening the straps even more so on my skinny wrists and ankles.
The vibrations of the butterfly were bringing me only moments from an orgasm that I couldn't escape, and when it finally burst within my pussy, I groaned loudly and jerked taut with the sensations coursing through me.
Even my toes spread apart involuntarily.
“Uhhhhh!” I groaned, but tried not to cry out too loudly, knowing it would only encourage the man about to violate me. “ Ummmm! Ohhhh, God!”
I was squirming against my bindings while the delicious spasms filled my pussy, my immature tiny pink nipples noticing and suddenly, helplessly, pointy with arousal, betraying me.
“You're coming really hard,” my uncle pointed out to me, unnecessarily. “Tell me if this hurts…”
And as I continued to climax for an impossibly long time, the vibrator buzzing away on my clit, my Uncle Dan again slid an entire finger up my asshole, my anus clenching at him as he began once again sliding it slowly in and out of me.
Fingerfucking my sweet little asshole. Which had never harmed a soul.
“I hate it!” I lied, feeling no pain whatsoever.
If anything, it was just a little pressure, as he fingered me back there with increasing speed. At least my forced orgasm was over, subsiding at last. I began trying to catch my breath.
“Uncle Dan, you're hurting my butt!”
He slowly withdrew his finger, then a moment later was using a fingertip to coat the entire crack of my small 10-year-old bottom with some kind of slick lubrication, all the better (I guessed) to rape me in my asshole.
In fact, he then covered my entire asshole with the stuff, then slid his finger back into my butt and began sliding it in and out again. But far quicker this time. My breathing went back to being all ragged and harsh.
“Uncle Dan, you can't do this!” I cried out again. “Please don't…”