Perverts 'R' Us

What Girls R 4 - Part 3

By Pagan ( m/F, rape, oral, anal, tort, B/D, S/M )

Alan's Day

Pat blinked back tears as she stared at the young boy's hard, fat cock. Her head shook, more squeals and moans filled her parlor, her desperate muffled pleadings falling on deaf ears. She found no sympathy in the gloating, leering face.

Alan reveled in her distress. Knowing he had her, his torment knew no bounds. He stood, and Pat just looked straight ahead, with her legs bent and pulled up, she found too much pain lifting her head. She couldn't help but moan as she saw his shorts suddenly drop to his ankles. Alan got back down, his body making an 'L' with hers as he grinned into her face. His elbow bent on the floor as he cradled his head, his eyes staring at her.

His left hand reached out, his fingers stroked her head, gently tapping her cheek like patting a puppy. "Been waiting for today, Uncle Pete and the girls're away at his cousin's. Knew you would be alone and in need of some fun. Shall we have some fun? You and me together in this nice house and you how I like you best, all tied up like a helpless chicken, and you know what you do with a trussed-up helpless chicken," he let his fingers run over the gag and onto her parted lips, "Something to do with stuffing them."

Still smiling he carried on, "I've brought some fun things, been reading books, books my mother would kill me if she new I'd got, but it's going to be worth it, don't you agree?" Pat could do or say nothing, but her trembling was worth a thousand words to the young pervert.

Still mocking the helpless woman, Alan relentlessly carried on. "I said, don't you agree? Come on, Auntie, last time was fun. I've been pulling on my meat every day while remembering you sitting on my cock, it buried up your hot cunt, and you bouncing up and down. You certainly looked to be having fun, grunting and groaning through the gags we used. Mind you, with Des tickling that hot cunt and Dick sucking on them fat, hard nipples and you all tied up, you couldn't really do anything to stop us. You looked great as we made you jump and squirm around while we used your cunt and arse all day and night. We really did have you helpless and at our mercy. Tell me, just how many times did we make you suck us off? Yes, it was great making you have fun, wasn't it?"

Pat stared ahead, the pain in her bent limbs aching through her body. She had given up fighting the ropes. They were too tight now and she realized she didn't need any more pain. She was now enduring it, but that was nothing to having Alan's gloating, enjoying the power he now had.

"Gonna make you have fun today. Have you been sucking on Uncle Pete's cock, keeping up the practice? Hope you have, and I hope you've remembered how I like it. I've been picturing it for weeks - you with your mouth open, your tongue active and my cock all the way down your throat, and you all tied up, taking it in your mouth over and over again. You remember?"

The cramp was getting to Pat. She tried to move, but the way her legs were bent just kept them open. She could only squirm on her stomach.

"Oh I like to see that gorgeous arse of yours wiggling. Gonna fuck it loads of times today and you're gonna fuck me." She blinked at him. "Oh yes, I brought lots of things to make you do, and I know you don't want me to hurt you, so I guess you'll be doing everything I want." He grinned at her. "To be honest, you won't have a choice."

Pat couldn't stand it - the pain, the threats. She moaned, jerking her head forward. The pain in her bent arms screamed at her. Alan's voice was so matter-of-fact. "There you go, Auntie. I told you it would hurt, and I can make it worse, so why don't you just stop fighting and take the fucking I'm gonna give?" He pushed his face closer, "The fucking I'm gonna be giving you all day."

As Alan got up, the moan from Pat was long and pathetic. He crouched beside her, his hands roaming over the fine material of her dress, stroking and squeezing the cheeks of her arse. "Mmmm, shall we try a little foreplay? That's what it says in the books."

Taking his time Alan slowly lay at her side. His long arm moved over her back until he gripped her shoulder. He pulled hard, lifting her around, forcing her onto her side in front of him. The way her legs were tied forced them wide open. She tried to resist, but he was too strong. Soon he was down behind her, spooning himself into her back and holding her trapped against him. His arm left her shoulder and slid to her right breast. He squeezed hard and she moaned. "Oh come on, Auntie. You know you love your tits played with. Let's say I'm just getting you warmed up. Let's see if you're wet yet. Oh listen, it rhymes! Clever me."

His hand left her breast and slid down her body. With her legs up and wide, her dress had slipped to her stocking top, and that's where Alan's hand was going. The way Alan had her pinned, her arms were forcing her head back. She stared at the parlor door as she felt his hand slide over her hip. A small moan mingled with a low rasping, "Yesssssss," which broke the silence as Alan's hand played over the top pattern of Pat's dark nylons.

Pat struggled as she felt his fingers pushing under her dress. One finger slid inside her stocking top. She moaned as she felt it sliding around. Her struggling was futile - she could only lay there, trapped on her side, her ankles crossed and tied in a position that made it impossible for her to fully close her thighs. His fingers slid further around and she heard him snicker. "Itsy bitsy spider crawling around the front, then he's going to be crawling up to my Auntie's cunt."

Pat tried to shake her head. Her moans became urgent, but none of it deterred Alan. Her suspender straps were inside her panties, forcing them to lift at the front and Alan soon found the gap. His fingers slid inside the white cotton panties. Pat struggled to close her thighs, but it was no use. Her moans turned to a little squeal as fingers touched the top of her slit.

"There it is, there it is, that lovely inviting cunt." He pulled her closer, "Ooooh, am I gonna have a lot of fun fucking you today." He stopped and tugged at the newly-grown hairs. "And I'm gonna get rid of this. I love licking your cunt without hair." More moans from the helpless, bound housewife as fingers again slid in between the folds of her cunt.

His fingers started to push in and out. "Oh yes, Auntie, I'm going fuck you in so many ways today, and when I'm not fucking you, you are going to be doing the most disgusting things to me and yourself." She tried to move, but it was useless. "Oh, but you are. There's no point in fighting, I'm going to make you do anything I want. You're my sex slave, and I think it's time we got started. It's time to have you naked so I can show you what I mean."

He pulled his fingers slowly out of her pants, tugging at the curly hairs as he did. Then he moved back. First he loosened the rope around her waist, only just enough for her to bend her legs a little. She groaned at the movement, but he didn't take any notice. He just turned and pulled her until he had her kneeling, her ankles tightly crossed, forcing her to be open-legged in front of him. Grinning at her, he moved around and untied her wrists from the rope to her hair. Her wrists, being crossed, could only move down her back a little, but she was relieved to be able to move her head around again. He went back in front, standing and waiting. His hand gripped his cock, waiting to slap her face with it.

As her head stopped revolving, he slapped the side of her face with the head of his hard meat. She stared at him and he did it again and again, making her flinch. He thrust forward, jabbing it into her cheek.

"Now I am going to take that gag off and you are going to say, 'Alan, my darling Alan, please stick your cock in my mouth so I can suck it, taste it, tickle it and swallow your juicy cum.'" The hate in her eyes just excited him more, "Oh, but you are, and here's why."

He turned to his bag and took out a length of rope, Pat squealed and tried to move, but all she did was rock on her bent knees. As he walked behind her, Alan whistled the same song she had been humming earlier.

Standing behind her, he grabbed her bent elbows and tied one end off, then up around her neck pulling hard, then back down to the elbows, pulling up harder until he heard her choke, then down to her crossed ankles, pulling hard upwards. Pat's whole body bowed back and her breath rasped from her constricted throat as she fought for air. Panicking squeals muffled around the gag as he yanked her hair back. With a malicious grin, he stared into the terrified eyes. His left hand snaked down her tortured neck over her dress until he squeezed her fat, round breast. His fingers tweaked at the nipple and he started rolling it, squeezing hard and then he whispered, "You want to say please, or shall I get more rope?"

The moan was no more than a pathetic defeat. He didn't rush, he enjoyed the moment. His right hand released her hair, moving down until it was working on the other breast. He knelt, pulling her pain-racked body back to him.

"Now listen here, Auntie, this is just a taster. Any more non-compliance and I will enjoy making you bend in the most terrible positions, and I've got a big, long knife so you will be naked next time, which means open to whatever I want to do to you." He squeezed hard on her tits. "And as for these, I could try and burst them. Now I think you understand why you need to say 'please' now and for the rest of today."

He stood again, patting the top of her head like a little pet before starting to undo the rope. Soon she was back to breathing normally, swallowing, and trying not to vomit as she watched him put the rope back in the still-bulging bag.

He turned to her, "Remember your sentence." He pulled at the knots on the rolled cloth. As soon as he removed it, Pat coughed and spluttered, trying to get saliva back into her sore, dry mouth.

Alan stood in front of her, gloating at his prize. He knew what he was waiting for and he didn't have to wait long. He knew what her first words would be, female and predicable, "Alan, please untie me. This is wrong. You shouldn't be doing this to me. Look, I'll be nice to you, but first you must untie me. I won't say anything. We can still be friends." Alan played with his cock as he listened, grinning all the time, loving the way his captive pleaded and knowing she was wasting her time.

His left hand shot out grabbed a handful of hair. "Very nice, Auntie, but not quite the sentence I was looking for. You either have a short memory or you like being strangled. Make a choice - my cock is becoming impatient."

He bent down, kneeling with her. His right hand slipped under the folds of her dress. She bit her lip as she felt his hand on her thigh, then sliding up her nylons to her skin. She tried to shake her head a little and moaned. "No," slipped from her full, sore lips as she felt his hand move further on to her skin. Alan grinned in her face as his hand slipped up and cupped between the parted thighs, squeezing her cunt over her panties. He whispered, "And make it now."

He started to rub back and forth, his fingers pressing into the indentation of her slit. Slowly he maneuvered a finger into the suspender-enforced gap. She moaned and then clearing her throat whispered, "Please, my dear, I mean darling Alan, please put your cock in my mouth so I can suck it and tickle it with my tongue…. errrr, I… errr… I want to swallow all your cum." Alan slid his finger onto her cunt lips and started to push in, his thrusting getting faster and harder. She panicked, "I mean your juicy cum. Please Alan, I want you to fuck my mouth. Please don't do that to me. Just use my mouth."

Alan stood back up. He knew his fun had only just begun. Deliberately he stood a little back from her, forcing Pat to lean forward. She struggled not to fall as her lips tried to capture his rigid meat. "I believe a little licking is first on the agenda, then maybe some romantic kissing, maybe a ball wash before you get to suck on it and don't forget I love that 'mmmm' sound you make while the full length of my cock is stuck in your mouth."

Unable to stop the occasional sniff, she fought back the tears that trickled down her cheeks, tears she couldn't help release while being forced to do this pleasuring to a boy she had now come to hate, being humiliated as he made sure she acted like some sort of obedient dog, giggling at her as she lapped at the head of his long male meat. His hand pulled the length up and back while shuffling forward, presenting his sack for her to lick and kiss. The slender tongue slipped all around his sack, two different types of moans filled the room - hers as she struggled not to fall, and his as he enjoyed his captive's torment.

Next he had her kissing it all over, making her push her tongue into the hole before finally shoving into her open mouth, holding her head as he forced it in, and then making her "mmmmm" as he felt the head tickle the back of her throat.

Alan just stood there. He shook her head until she looked up at him. He nodded, "That's it, Auntie, look at me. I love the look of your wet blue eyes, that button nose, and those lips. They form a lovely 'O' while sucking so nicely on my cock," his grin widened. "Lovely lips that I like kissing."

He pulled back, "Now, now, don't be greedy. It will be in your mouth many times today," he snickered at his remark and then knelt down again in front of her. "How's about a bit of kissing? You know, a bit of family loving. I want that tongue in my mouth, those lips on mine, kissing me, caressing mine like lovers," he put his face close to hers, "Like we are."

Pat stared helplessly at the deluded boy. She knew she had to do whatever he wanted. She had now found out not only how perverted he was, but how cruel he had become.

Still leering at her, he clumsily bent his head. Pat swallowed. She was dreading what she had to do, but now playing for as much time as she could, she closed her eyes and bent her head to meet his. She could have been sick as she felt his lips press onto hers, but she stifled that. She pretended her moan was one of passion, not a feeling of being revolted by his touch. But that was short-lived. She shuddered as she felt his hand once again begin fondling her knees under her dress.

Alan made silly moaning noises as he forced her to put her tongue in his mouth while all the time his hand roamed freely over her legs, running up the nylons, tickling her skin, moving around her thighs, slipping in between, then around so he could fondle her arse. He enjoyed pushing between the elastic of her pants and her crotch, allowing his fingers to roam around abusing her cunt once more.

Alan carried on his silly "mmm" noises as he thrust his fingers into her, jabbing, making her hips squirm but not allowing the bound beauty to move, mashing his lips onto hers while all the time holding her in place by sucking at her tongue.

He pulled back, "Getting wet? You love it, don't you?" Pat knew she wasn't wet, but in her helpless state she still played his silly game. His crazy delusions scared her, "Yes Alan, but I thought you just wanted to use my mouth?"

He laughed, "I'll use and fuck what I like, and you are in no position to stop me, so now is as good a time as any to have what I like out on display."

As he stood he waggled his hips in her face, slapping his cock back and forth across her cheeks before turning to his bag. Pat had thought he was joking about a knife, but he produced a long, brown-handled hunting knife, the likes of which she had never seen before. She jumped as the blade flashed under the light.

Alan saw her, "No need to look worried, Auntie. You won't make me use this on your delicate skin. You know you will do everything I want you to, and you know how pretty you are. Now if you didn't behave well, that would be a pity. I may have to spoil those long nice nipples. Talking of nipples, let's get rid of this silly dress."

With a mad glint in his eye, Alan flashed the blade in Pat's face. She flinched back, and his teeth showed behind the grin. "Not your pretty face. No, this is for your pretty dress." He jerked the neckline forward and sliced at the first button, then the next and the next. Slowly and deliberately, he sliced off each button until the dress gaped open. With the tip of the knife, he drew each half to the side, letting the light material slide and stay each side of her well-filled bra.

The knife moved close to her chest. She bit her lip, forcing herself to stay quiet. First it moved left, cutting the shoulder strap, and then doing the same to the right. The cups held, but Alan let the knife trail down over the top of her breast until it dragged the fine material down with it. Her left breast tumbled out, quickly followed by her right. Alan took a sharp intake of breath, "Hello you two, glad you could…" he giggled in Pat's face, "pop out to play."

He let the tip of the knife play on one of the blush red nipples. Pat moaned a scared, "No, please Alan, don't." Alan giggled again, "Well if I can't do that, then maybe you would like me to do this."

Alan jabbed the knife under her panties, just were it gapped beside her suspender strap and ripped back. The material split all the way up to the waistband. He immediately did the same to the other side, and her newly-grown pubic hair was clearly visible on either side of the torn gusset.

He let the blade tickle the new growth, "I knew this knife would make my day, and I must say, Auntie, your curlies look nice and neat, but they still have to go and it won't be long now. So let's get rid of the dress."

Alan must have practiced for hours on old clothes, as he slit the dress easily from Pat's body, taking great delight in shredding it. Then her bra and pants lay on the pile, and he turned and took rope from his bag. Holding rope in one hand, he waved the knife at her, "Remember, be a good girlfriend and do as you're told."

He slid the long knife back in his bag. Turning, he started tugging the rope in both hands reveling in her fear as he moved back towards her. Half of her shuddered in fear, scared of what he had planned for her next, but the other half screamed out to be at least bound in another way, just to relieve her body of the cramp that racked through it.

Again he moved behind her. Standing over her, he let the rope slide through his hand, dropping slowly past her face onto the floor before he bent down behind her. Pushing forward, he let his cock touch her bound hands. "Play with it, play with my balls. I expect my girlfriend to be nice to me. I want my cock stroked and pulled by some loving hands."

Pat knew he was crazed with lust and totally delusional, but kneeling bound in only her stockings and suspenders, she could do nothing but start to play the slave. She gripped his cock and gently pulled the foreskin back and forth.

Alan nuzzled into her neck. "That's it, play with your boyfriend's cock, get your other hand under it and stroke my balls. Mmmmmm, nice."

His hands came around, one cupping her left breast, his fingers rolling her nipple, the other delved down between her legs, rubbing her cunt, pushing a finger between the folds, searching out her clit and playing with it, trying to arouse her. Pat bit her lip, making her mind concentrate on pleasuring him enough to make him cum in her hand.

She worked hard on him, making his long meat rigid as she tickled his balls with one hand while trying her hardest to pull him with her other crossed and bound hand. All the time his fingers played with her. There was no escaping him. Her mind fought hard not to give him the satisfaction of making her cum, though she was bound and helpless. There was no way she wanted to be aroused by the youth she had come to despise.

Alan carried on nuzzling his face into her neck as his hands played with her body. "Mmmmm, keep wanking me off, Auntie. That's great, you really have got nice tits. My mum is only two years older than you, but she don't look like you. I been spying, seen her naked. She ain't got big, firm tits like you. They droop and she's fatter, not slim. And as for her cunt, it's all hairy and open. I like yours best when it's bald and I can see that lovely pink slit when I'm licking it." Pat could feel him getting very excited. He was pushing his cock through her hand as he giggled, "And fucking it."

He now had both hands down, rubbing and playing with her cunt as he humped into her hand. "Come on darling, make me cum on your hand. Bet you wish you could lick it off, but I'm not untying you. I know how you get turned on being tied up and helpless. I love the way you protest, but I know you love being my slave. Come on, come on, play with me while my fingers make you slippery."

It was now a race with Pat. She had to make him cum before the relentless rubbing of his fingers on her nub started her body doing what she couldn't stop. It was almost impossible to do as he ordered. Playing with his sack so he wouldn't move while jerking his length hurt her crossed and bound wrists, but she tried. Still he worked on her. Fingers held her cunt lips open as he rubbed at the hardening clit. Faster he worked, encouraged by the forced little jerks he felt, knowing he was doing the right things to excite her. Trouble was, with the thoughts of what he was going to force her to do later, Alan was exciting himself.

She heard him groan. She felt the slippery pre-cum on the end of his cock. She made one last effort, almost cutting off the blood to her hands. She twisted her wrists and really pumped him hard. He started to slump on her, his hands slowed as the pins and needles in her wrists screamed at her. The head of his cock glistened with pre-cum, and then she felt it, the first squirt. His hands moved up and squeezed her breasts hard as his whole body rocked into her. Another squirt, more and more juice covered her hand, and then a full wad of his filth slapped onto her back. She could feel it oozing down her skin, running into the crack of her arse as she pumped his young, hard cock empty. Her hands tingled as she let go of his balls and let her wrists relax. She bit her lip, fighting to stay silent as the blood caused more pain as it rushed back into her pale blue, cum-covered hands.

She was still trying to catch her breath as he strode around in front of her. She was knelt, so the first thing that greeted her was his limp, wet cock. He waved his hips, making it slap from between his legs towards her face. "I think it needs cleaning, my girlfriend. Gonna clean it, or am I gonna get my knife out and do something else?"

Dejectedly, Pat bent forward. Using her tongue, she scooped the dripping cock into her mouth. Revolted by the task, she held the foreskin with her lips while licking all around the sticky head. Her ears filled with Alan's childish voice, just giggling at her.

"Mmmmmm nice Auntie, clean enough to fuck you with, is it?" Pat kept it in her mouth. "I said, clean enough to fuck your cunt with? Answer me."

A muted, "Yes," came from around his cock.

"Look at me when I ask a question, or look at the knife." Pat's eyes slowly turned upward. Pulling her head back, she released the meat from her mouth, swallowed, and said, "Yes."

Alan wasn't done, "Yes what?" Pat tried to hide the hate in her eyes, the helplessness of her situation, and even tears. "Yes Alan, it's clean enough to fuck me with."

Alan giggled again, "Good, then let's have you upstairs. There's the little matter of a shave before its time to start fucking you."

Alan went behind her and took off the rope around her waist. A strangled, "Ahhhh," came from Pat as she moved her legs. Alan pushed her forward. The "Ahhh," became an "ooommmffff," as she landed on her front.

He untied her legs and then uncrossed them before quickly tying them, hobbled fashion with a nine-inch gap. Next he did the same to her knees before slapping her arse hard. "Roll over," he snapped. She struggled onto her back and stared into his grinning face.

"Laying like that, I could fuck you right now, but I'll wait." He bent and pulled up to a sitting position.

She squealed, "Please Alan, just leave. Nothing will be said, just go." It was as though she hadn't spoken. He picked up the length of rope, pulled it under her breasts, and wrapped it around each elbow, pinning her upper arms to her side. She groaned in pain and despair as it forced her crossed wrists downward.

With deft hands he untied her wrists. The tingle in her fingers was almost unbearable as the blood flooded back. He grabbed two shorter lengths, and before Pat could do anything he pushed his hand between her legs and wrapped one length around the top of her thigh before capturing her wrist and fastening the rope to it.

He did the same to the other wrist, and once more she was trapped, her elbows tight to her side, her hands kept down, attached to rope wrapped around each thigh. She tried to pull on the rope, but as she felt the slip knot cutting at the tender skin near her cunt lips. She knew it was pointless.

Grabbing her hair, he forced her to stand. As she stood silently in front of him, he continued to play with her body, and then he began snickering like a child, pinching her, naming her his little penguin as he started slapping her arse, humiliating her again. The power over her filled his body. He reached for the knife, waving it at her and threatening her, accompanied by his deranged laughter, she was forced to waddle around the room, shaking her tits until he jabbed it into her - not hard, but in her mind she feared he was now crazy enough to want to draw blood. But another fear superseded that, he was making sure she knew he was pointing her toward the stairs.

His knife prodding her forward, he grabbed the rucksack and forced her to the bottom of the stairs. Her feet nudged the discarded brush and pan to the side before she struggled to lift her foot onto the stair. Alan used his free hand to enjoy her body again. He was behind her, and his hand caressed her arse until, with her leg up on a stair, he could slide his hand between her legs and fondle her cunt. He left it there. With a little squeal from Pat, he inserted two fingers up her cunt. Then, accompanied by her moans, he virtually lifted her up each stair.

The sadistic youth loved the stifled squeals as his prisoner fought hard not to give him the pleasure of her distress. All the time she was struggling up a step he was jamming his fingers in to her defenseless hole, reaming her out until they reached the top of the stairs.

As soon as they were at the top, he moved in front of her. Dropping the bag and the knife, he grabbed her hair and pulled back, forcing her to open her mouth. He kept dragging until her mouth was wide enough for him to push his wet fingers in. "There my darling, you taste what I'm about to. I'm gonna make you so hot your cunt will be dripping and you will be begging for a good hard fucking, which I promise you, you are going to get, and you won't be able to stop me."

He took a firmer hold on her hair and drove her towards the bathroom and through the door, which, with a quick flick of his heel he kicked shut behind them.

She stood there in silent submission, scared of what this boy could do. Her eyes watched as he rooted through the bathroom cabinet, knowing he would find what he was looking for, what he would use to heap more humiliation on her.

Soon he turned, and the glint in his eye followed hers as she saw the razor. "Now I'm gonna untie your legs and you're gonna open them. You're gonna shove those hips forward and present your cunt to me and I'm gonna shave you nice and clean. Then we are going to your bed. You are gonna lay on your back and I'm gonna have a lot of fun with your fresh, bald cunt, and you ain't gonna say a word or do anything to upset me. The nice big sharp knife ain't that far away, understand?" Pat nodded.

Her legs were released. Gripping her arm, he forced her into the bath. She just shook her head as he turned the cold tap on and proceeded to soap up his uncle's shaving brush. Grinning up at her pleading face, he wrinkled his nose, "Open wide." She had no alterative.

Defeated and helpless she parted her legs as he cupped a handful of cold water and splashed it onto her cunt. She knew it was coming, but she still squealed as the cold water hit her abused slit. Snickering like the stupid school boy he was, he started with the brush, in small circular movements, soaping up the hairs over her slit.

It wasn't the cold water on her feet that sent shivers through her, but the menacing way he threatened her body with the razor. Slowly and methodically, he pulled the slim lips of her cunt from side to side, squeezing them, abusing her with his fingers, as he removed every hair.

The pretty woman stood there. She could feel every stroke of the razor as it removed the hair her husband had insisted she grow back. She remembered the excuses she had made last time, not daring to tell the truth. She was in too deep to reveal what had happened. The girls had been sworn to secrecy, so how was she going to explain this? How could she tell her husband that his sister's boy had done so many wicked things to her, fucking her many times, over and over again, and letting his friends do the same? Not only to her, but also his two lovely daughters, and how could she stop him from doing them again?

Her thoughts were broken as more cold water splashed between her legs. She looked down at the grinning boy, watched his hand sliding over her bald mound and then closed her eyes, blanking out the sight of him with his tongue out, wiggling it as he bent forward and slavered over her naked cunt.

She couldn't help but let out a small, whimpering groan as she stood as he had ordered, open legged and pushing her freshly-shaven cunt forward while the young, evil, perverted boy kissed all over it and made silly "mmmm tasty," remarks as he jabbed his tongue up into her. Her ordeal only lasted about three or four minutes, but it felt like an hour as his hands held around her arse and fingers probed the crack between her cheeks. She was almost at the point of screaming at him when he stopped, stood, and still grinning at her, grabbed her arm. "Bedroom," was all he said.

He liked the power of holding her by her hair and pushing her into her own bedroom before the final humiliation of throwing her on her own matrimonial bed. He laughed at the, "ooommppphh," sound she made as her bound body slapped down onto the pretty pink bedspread. He followed her down and slapped her cheeks hard twice before he turned and picked up his rucksack, then turning back he snapped, "On your back and spread them wide, really wide, and keep them wide or the rope will."

Knowing what was in the rucksack and now terrified of his deluded power, Pat struggled around onto her back and spread her legs wide. She lay there like some whore, openly inviting anyone to use her. Alan reveled in is power. Clutching his rucksack, he approached his helpless victim.

She shuddered as he put his hand in the sack, only to see him pull out a child's toy, a long, thick plastic police truncheon. The evil grin still on his face, he turned it. Holding the fat end he waved the handle at her. The handgrip on the base had deep grooves where the fingers were supposed to hold it. Alan pushed it through his other hand. Pat was scared. What would it do to her? Or worse, what would it make her do?

Alan never spoke. His eyes transfixed hers as he reached into the bag again. This time a little blue jar was pulled out. Pushing the truncheon under his arm, he unscrewed the lid and then took the toy and coated the hand grip in a pale red cream. Next he took a small bag, unfolded the top and dipped his fingers in. His grin was now a full evil smile as he sprinkled a lot of red powder on to the creamed handle.

He slowly waved his fingers in front of Pat's face. She could see the ends were covered in the red powder. Then, lowering them, he rubbed the ends of his fingers over the nub of her exposed clit before moving them around the inside of her cunt lips. He replaced the cream and the little bag back into the sack, put it down, and sat on the bed watching her, the truncheon clasped in his hand.

Fear and confusion mixed in Pat's mind. She couldn't understand what was happening. She was uncomfortable between her legs, but she thought that whatever Alan had put there he had touched her freshly-shaven skin and it was irritating. But soon the irritation became an itch. She wanted to close her legs and rub her legs together. She needed to cause some friction to relieve the tingling sensation.

Her knees moved. Alan was waiting, and as soon as he saw her head shake and her tongue snake across her lips, his hand dropped to the bag. Out came the knife. Pat didn't see. Her eyes were squeezed tightly together as the itch on her cunt made her fingers curl, but as soon as her legs started to move together, the sharp prick of the knife-tip stung her. Her yes opened wide, looking at her grinning captor.

Through gritted teeth, she moaned, "Alan, what is it? Have mercy, take it off."

Alan grinned back, "Your wrists will slide around on the rope. With a little effort, you can get your hands between your legs and I'm sure your fingers will help."

Pat shook her head, "No, no I won't. You can't make me, you sic…" she stopped short of calling him names. In her predicament it was not wise, and the itch was now driving her mad.

Alan just looked down at the truncheon and then back up, waiting. The knowing look on his face drilled into Pats helpless, tortured body as she squirmed on the bed. Her legs wide open, the tip of the knife making sure they stayed that way. The smile broadened as he watched her hands opening and closing gently, but definitely pulling on the rope, working the loop around the top of her thighs, sliding her fingers ever closer to her hot cunt.

Even as she shook her head trying to block out the goading words of Alan, her fingers searched for the folds of her cunt. It was no good, still his voice echoed through her, "Go on, you know you want to. Finger it, play with it, rub away that itch. Go on, you cunt, finger yourself for me." Her mind told her no, but the itch and the closeness of her fingers made her touch it. The feeling of rubbing on the irritation was too much and soon her fingers found their way to her throbbing flesh and immediately delved in. Much to Alan's delight, the gentle touching soon became a frantic rubbing. He knew the rubbing of the itching powder would only make it worse. It needed to be washed away and he wasn't going to let her do that. He licked his tongue in anticipation.

The bed moved. Alan stroked his cock as he watched his beautiful naked aunt being forced to masturbate herself in front of him. Little "aahhh," and "ooo"s came from her as her fingers rubbed at the nub. He waited until her hips started to push up. He could see her heels digging into the bed as she rubbed at herself harder and harder. Her eyes closed and it was then he struck.

Holding the edge of the bed making sure the toy was clear, he bent down between the wide-open thighs. He could smell her hot cunt. Closer, closer his face lowered towards the frantic fingers until he stuck his tongue out and touched the open gash. Just a little moan as she felt him, he licked again and again, his tongue catching her fingers. The moans became louder. The more he rammed his tongue inside her, the more she moaned. He knew he had her as he felt her hands close on the sides of his head. She was pushing his mouth all over her cunt.

Calculated perverted thoughts over the last seven weeks had festered in his mind Alan knew exactly how he wanted his pretty victim. He knew she would have to respond to what he was going to do to her, much as she didn't want to be unfaithful to Uncle Pete. He had meticulously planned this. She was going to be a sex slave. His mind screamed the words, and for the next four hours there was nothing she could do to stop him from having her.

His continual licking had the desired effect. She shuddered to an orgasm, as little spurts of her juice mixed with his saliva, cooling the powder. She lay exhausted and as he was ready for his next attack, that's just how he wanted her.

He put the toy down, careful not to get anything on the grip. Then he moved to get rope. First he threw it under the bed, remembering how he and his mates had her at their mercy last time. He was quick to fasten her knees wide open, and she groaned at him as he fastened her tightly, but she was no match for his young excited enthusiasm. Next her wrists; he slid a small length of rope under her so they could be tied and fastened back, keeping he fingers well away from between her legs.

Alan stood at the side of the bed. He gently pumped on his cock, waving it in his defenseless aunt's face, and in his other hand he held the gag. "Think I should gag you. Don't need you bothering me, and after seeing what that little bit of powder did to you this next bit is going to be fun.

Much as she tried to resist, her pleadings were easily silenced by the big cloth ball gag. Soon she lay there fastened, her legs held apart unable to move, her eyes staring at the plastic toy he now held menacingly between her legs. "Got your sweet bald hole nice and wet, just like a good cunt should be, and the next best thing to that is a good cunt getting a good fucking. Shall we start?"

The sick way he snickered, "Oooooh yes," was enough to scare the strongest. Fear ran through the helpless Pat as he slowly ran the tip of the toy around the puffy, aroused lips between her legs. She knew what she had just been through. Gagged and at his mercy, all she could do was shake her head, but the sick, twisted youth was only staring at her cunt.

She moaned around the cloth as she felt it pry open the lips. Slowly she felt it moving into her. In a little, then he'd turn it, then a bit more, pushing her lips wider, then in as the hard handgrip sank deeper. The unmistakable tingle was already starting on the edge as yet another indentation slid up. Alan slid it back, then in, then back every time it slid further up her. The tingle was getting to her. Her head moved, straining up, pleading moans filled the room. She tried to move her hands, but there was no way, no way to touch herself. She couldn't close her legs. Her hips moved. Alan laughed as he put his finger on to her clit. "Ouch, hot! That's one hot cunt," he looked at her. "And it's gonna get hotter."

The handle was well inside now. Slowly Alan pulled back and pushed in, sometimes slowly, other times quicker. The slow ones had her hips rotating, the moans slow and deep, but when he fucked it to her fast, her breathing was rapid and the noise was sharp, gurgled grunts. He loved it because he knew what he was going to do to her next.

He shoved it up her all the way, and then he went to his bag and took out some cord. She was now thrashing herself about. As he straddled her hips, he could see the sweat on her. He just smiled at her. He enjoyed her groans. Alan tied an end to the rope that encircled her just between her tits, then down to the toy, she hadn't noticed, but the fat end that grotesquely stuck out from her cunt had a hole in it. Alan pushed the cord through it.

Quickly he untied her legs. As he moved, she pulled her knees together. He kept them together with rope just around the top of them. Her bound legs were now frantically moving, trying everything to remove the offending object from between them. It was easy for Alan to turn her. The end of the cord dangled from between her legs. Alan grabbed it and pulled it back and up, trapping the toy firmly up her before tying it to the same rope, but at the back. He got off the bed, took two paces back, and watched his pretty bound aunt as she wiggled her tortured, heated body all over the big double bed.

He loved the way she was moving, her large, firm breasts bouncing around as she turned from side to side. He took the rope that had been under the bed and coiled it back into his hand. All the time he stared at the big, firm mounds, the red nipple sitting perky on the top. With a lick of his lips, he moved back towards the groaning woman.

A muffled, "Ahun, hhp, e…"

Alan squeezed one of her tits, "Help you? Oh no, Auntie, I'm not here to help you. I'm here to help myself to you, and if you want that itch between your legs to stop, then you just let me help myself. Now, you can either stand, kneel, or sit, but you are going to do one of them. Sitting may be fun."

She groaned, she was being forced to move more and more. Laying still gave no relief. He pulled her around until she slid off the bed, and then he helped her stand. She couldn't move anywhere fast, her knees were fastened tightly, but she still bobbed up and down. The irritation inside her was making her move the ribbed handle, which was in turn getting her cunt aroused.

Alan rubbed her clit, "Go on Auntie, do it. Fuck yourself. I got the idea from that toilet brush handle, only this time I added a little itching powder to that chili cream. Thought that would keep you hot while I had some fun with these beauties," he squeezed her tits hard.

First he waved the rope at her, and then he reached for the bag. A clinking noise could be heard as he pulled another length of cord out. Slowly he pulled the cord and then it split into two and on the other ends clinking in to view were attached bulldog clips. The teeth had little pads on them, but they still looked terrifying. Pat squealed and shook her head. Alan put the cord between his teeth, squeezed both her nipples, and then walked behind her.

Her muffled pleading was like background music to Alan as he wrapped the start of the coil around the soft flesh of Pat's upper arm, then around her back, tightly fastening to her other arm before moving across the top and down the middle of the firm mounds. Gloating at her, he pulled the nipple forward and wrapped the coil around once, then twice, strangling the base of her breast. He let go of her nipple as he encircled it for and third and fourth time, and then he moved and did the same to her other breast.

He stood back and his hand went back to his cock as he gazed at the sight. His beautiful aunt stood before him, squirming and moaning. If she moved her tightly-bound knees, then the black plastic truncheon rubbed inside her hot cunt. Each of the hard plastic ribs rubbed on her insides, forcibly exciting every part of her inner walls. She shook her body as she tried to relieve the pressure on her arms, which were now fastened tightly to her sides. Her wrists were locked behind her thighs and now the added pain as her breasts swelled. Her areoles became large and puffy, forcing her nipples to become fat buds of pain as they hardened to a thick hyper-sensitive point.

He let the cord slide from his mouth, catching them in his hand. She squealed as he moved forward, "Now to make you my complete slave, time to take my pet for a walk." He gripped the ends and pressed, opening the clips. Pat couldn't move. All she could do was watch as he captured both nipples at the same time. The muffled squeal brought a grin to his face. He just watched as this beautiful woman, her knees tied tightly together, tried to stagger back away from him. He let her get a few paces, and then pulled on the cord, jerking her back. It was then that the grin became an evil smile as he moved back, dragging her nipples out, "Walkies."

He moved, tugging the cord, giggling as he turned his head away before he whistled, drowning out Pat's squeal. Every step moved the toy inside her. The building heat forced her to be aroused. She tried to control it, but the pain in her nipples caused confusion. She had to follow him, and subsequently she was forced to arouse herself.

Every step reminded her of the way they had excited her body last time. She felt it, only this time it was more. The lotion was sending tingles of ecstasy through her. Alan's grinning face kept exploding in laughter, laughing at her as he dragged her around, gloating as she kept randomly jumping, bobbing, and squirming to the rubbing inside her. "Told you it would be a fun day. I reckon a couple of turns around the bedroom should warm you up nicely. Then I'm going to let you choose just how much fun I can have with you."

Tugging at the cord, he forced her around the room. As she moaned and squirmed, he goaded her. "That's it Auntie. Go on, fuck yourself, fuck that hot cunt of yours. You love fucking, does Uncle Pete know?" Pat moaned as the ribs relentlessly moved and rubbed inside her. She hated herself as she felt her juice sticky between her thighs. Her inner walls were so lubricated that the toy moved easily around inside her. The end held so firmly right up to her bone. The slightest movement brought her closer to a humiliating orgasm.

Alan knew exactly what was happening. He moved quicker, tugging sharply at the cord. Her nipples stretched out from her two large, balloon-shaped tits. As she squealed for mercy, she also shuddered with ecstasy. "That's it, Auntie Pat. You cum for me, you always cum for me, does Uncle Pete make you cum? Does he tie you up and fuck you hard until you cum? You horny cunt, anybody could tie you up and you'd cum. You're a horny cunt, now come on, let's have you cumming again."

Almost in a crazed dance, Alan dragged the exhausted woman around again. All the time she moved, her aroused cunt heated, and another climax shuddered through her body. She was still moaning and grunting as they reached the wicker-backed, round bedroom chair.

She stood in front of the chair as he circled her, grinning and touching her cunt. He moved the toy, making her move, tormenting his helpless captive until he got behind her. "Up you go," his hands came around from behind and squeezed her fat, sensitive tits. Ignoring her grunts and moans, his fingers continued to maul at the full mounds before tugging at the clips. "Let's have you kneeling. It's your best position."

His cock pressed into her cheeks as he grabbed her around the waist and heaved her up onto the chair. She knelt over the back, her body shaking as he came around and grabbed the cord again. "How about I have you bent over?" With a painful jerk he dragged her down, using the bottom staves to tie off the cord. She hung over the chair-back, staring at her elongated nipples. She was unable to move and totally vulnerable.

He went out of her sight for a moment, and she squealed as he returned with the knife. He pointed the blade at her as he removed the gag. She gasped out, "Alan, please stop, let me up, stop this please, I'm begging you."

Alan let the knife drop to just above her nipple, "A little slice here and there and you could straighten up."

Pat panicked as she saw how close the blade was to her nipple. If he drew the blade across her skin, by the way it was pulled taut she knew he would easily cut it off. "No, no, please no, anything but not that. Please, Alan."

Alan giggled and walked behind her again, "Anything mmmmm? I said you could choose. What shall I do, Auntie? Just what would you have me do?"

He slid the knife across the cord that held the toy in place. He grabbed the fat end and started to fuck her with it. "You choose. Come on Auntie, tell me. Here's the deal. I'll just fuck you again with this while you decide what I should do to you."

The irritation inside her grew hot again. She was so aroused, not just horny, but desperate to climax. She shuddered as he slowed, just rubbing the entrance, letting the ribs run over the lips. He knew she wanted it inside. He loved the way he had her arse moving as she murmured humiliated groans. He snickered his order, "Tell me what you want."

She was beaten, she knew what he wanted and he now had her uncontrollably panting, bound, trapped, and at his mercy. She was helpless, she capitulated, "Please Alan fuck me, you know I like it, you know how to fuck me, fuck me good." He pushed it in and moved it as quick as he could. The ribs sent shock waves through her body. She couldn't help but squeal as her orgasm built.

"Hold your arse cheeks open," There was no fight in her. With her hands now tied behind her thighs, it was easy for her fingers to spread and move. They clenched each cheek and pulled. "Mmmm nice, now would you like a double fucking, Auntie?"

Pat hated herself as she answered, "Yes Alan, please fuck me." Her body now on fire, aroused beyond caring, she almost screamed. "For god sake Alan, keep fucking me, do what you like, but fuck me."

Alan slid his hand around and grabbed the toy. Pumping with the one hand, he used the other to line his rigid cock up to her anal entrance. A couple of hard shoves and he broke in. She squealed and jumped as with one hand he worked the toy in and out of her cunt, and now with the other he tugged on her nipples. She was racing towards her climax. Her arse bounced and jerked, exciting his firmly-imbedded cock. The more he hand-fucked her cunt, the more she fucked him. Then he slowed and stopped, the reaction was predictable, she couldn't help it. His ears filled with her voice as she cried out, "Fuck me! Don't stop, do me, do me you bastard! I need it, fuck meeee, oh please use my cunt."

Like some sort of demented savage, Alan grunted as he pounded his cock into his Aunt's arse. "Ya, I'm gonna fuck you all right. Fuck your ass, cunt, mouth, and as many times as I like, today and whenever I want. Understand, my bitch? You're my bitch!" Even as she was heading for yet another hate-filled orgasm, she realized what he was saying. "Ah, ah no, no Alan, this is the end, ah, oh no, god, no more, this, ah this is the, aah last, t… time, ahh."

Alan rattled the toy up her, "You will do whatever I want, from today that knife and me are going to be inseparable. If you don't let me do what I want when I want, then I'll be waiting for the girls and they can suck and fuck," he was screaming like a mad man, his cock twitching as he spurted a load of hot cum into her arse. "And they cut just as easily as you."

Emotionally drained, Pat moaned into the forced climax. She was on the verge of tears as she thought of how this sick, perverted boy could control her and her family's life. Suddenly her hair was yanked up. She stared at the wet, sticky cock waving in her face. She swallowed in revulsion as she heard him grunt, "Clean it, my bitch."

He slapped it against her mouth. Unable to avoid the inevitable, she stuck her tongue out and licked it. It tasted foul, but she took it in her mouth. The words, "Cut easily," rang in her mind as she performed another hate-filled act for him. He pulled the foreskin back as she sucked and licked the sticky mess into her mouth. She hated licking his cock. She knew the more she sucked the meat in to her mouth, the sooner he would get hard again. His hand dropped the toy and moved to the knife. She squealed, but still kept sucking. Her sigh was audible as he cut the cord. She could move again.

With his semi-hard cock swinging between his legs, he went behind her and undid her arms from her side. She was free, but not for long. He didn't untie her wrists until her arms were pinned painfully back, just above the elbow. Then he undid her wrists, for what use they were to her. Her arms just flapped around behind her. Her knees were next, before she was hobbled at the ankles, just letting her shuffle, making it easy for him to pull her off the chair. He moved in front, and then pushing her back he sat on the chair.

He grabbed the cut end of the cord and pulled her down to him. Then, smiling at her, he squeezed the clips and released them. Her groan was short-lived as he looked at her. "I just love that sight, those big tits of yours all fat and blue. They look good enough to eat. Come on, feed them to me. Those nipples look a bit flat, maybe they could do with a good sucking."

Pat couldn't speak, she knew she would start to blubber and she knew he would enjoy the spectacle of more humiliation. The way her elbows were tied arched her back and her bound breasts stuck out fat and taught. Her whole body ached as she bent forward. With her ankles hobbled she found it difficult to keep her balance, trying so hard not to fall on him, she aimed her sore nipples towards his wet grinning mouth.

She groaned as his mouth latched on to the sore, swollen red bud. He opened his mouth wide, sucking in as much of her breast as he could. The more she moaned, the harder he sucked. With his eyes open, he could see her knees as they squeezed and moved. Her body dipped and bobbed as she fought hard to reverse the fact that the pain in her nipple was now becoming a tingling, sensitive arousal.

Alan could hear her different breathing and the little jumps. His hand snaked out, stroking over her bald cunt, tickling at the fold. She squirmed again as he started to rub the inflamed clit. The lotion still had her hot, and his finger started to move and she took a sharp intake of breath as his finger started to slide inside the wet, slippery flesh.

He started pushing deep. Pat couldn't help but move, causing Alan to laugh as he attacked her nipple with his tongue. "I reckon that stuff is gonna keep you hot all afternoon. Now I know Uncle Pete ain't bringing the girls home until the 8:30 train, so I got until at least 9 to play with and fuck his pretty wife. So why don't I have some more of her?"

Pat watched him grab some discarded rope and halved it, and before she had a chance to move he flicked it over her head. He pushed both ends through the middle and pulled it into a collar. He pushed the chair back and stood, turned, and dragged her back toward the bed. Not missing a step, he bent and picked the truncheon up. Like an animal on its way to slaughter, Pat waddled behind him until they reached the bed.

Alan sat on the bed, "Mmmmm, comfy. Come here." He dragged her in front of him, "Just gonna untie your legs. Don't need them closed, do we?" He bent down between her legs as his hands went for the ankle ropes. His mouth went for her cunt, all the time his fingers undid rope as his tongue tickled and probed the hot, wet slit.

With misery etched on her pretty face, Pat stood open-legged. Her shoulders ached, the pain in her trapped elbows and bound tits throbbed through her brain while that hated feeling between her legs let her know his tongue was activating her juices. He was making her wet.

He kissed her cunt. "Mmmmm tastes good, but it's my turn again." He positioned the toy, turned, and still holding the rope, lay on the bed. He jerked the rope, pulling her head down to his. "Kiss, and make it a hot one." Bending to her breaking point, she kissed him, opening her mouth so her tongue could go into his or his into hers. She was trying to please him, knowing she had to keep going until he loosened his grip. "Now, do the same to my cock, and my bitch knows how I like it. Don't make me get my friend Mr. knife."

Pat moved to go down on him, but he jerked the rope. "Oh no bitch, work your way down, and don't forget my nipples like a sucking too." Slowly the beautiful woman allowed her lips to trail down the perverted youth's face, then his neck and over his chest until she spent time licking and sucking first his right nipple and then his left. A sharp jerk on the rope meant she could no longer put off the rest of the act. She moved down, he forced her to stop at his navel, making sure she licked into the hole and then down she went and on to his rapidly hardening cock.

With sickening horror, she watched his legs open. The way he carried on dragging her head down left no doubt in her mind she would have to work on him from between his legs up to his sack before she could try and get this act over quickly.

She worked hard to excite him. She thought if she made him cum quickly again, she stopped, but what then? What other filthy things would he do to her, or worse, make her do? She kissed and licked under his balls, in between his arse and sack. A jerk to her neck made her move up to his balls, licking and tickling until she had no option but to start kissing the length of his cock.

Up and down she went, all over it, around the foreskin and over the head her tongue darted around, driven on by the fear of more pain than she was enduring now. The tingling in her hands meant she had to keep clenching her fist time and time again just to keep the blood moving. Her sore elbows rubbed and she had given up staring at her bound, swollen tits, now a pale blue that showed the veins under the taught skin. The nipples were elongated and fat, and the thought of that knife and his vile, leering face made her lick with ardent fervor. The ropes around her chest cut into her delicate flesh as, with a deep breath the head of the cock slid between her wet lips and into her sucking mouth.

Alan giggled as he watched his captive moving her head up and own, his rigid cock disappearing in between her lips and then glistening wet as he watched it reappear. "Put your right knee on the bed. Spread those thighs really wide for me." Trying hard to keep her balance, suck his cock, and comply with his order, Pat put her knee on the bed and pushed it to the right. She squealed around the meat in her mouth as she felt the ribbed end of the truncheon pushing at her open hole.

"Oh yes, Auntie Pat, a little more fucking you. I love to see you hot and unable to stop me and there's enough lotion left to make sure you stay that way." The grunts as he pushed in soon became moans. He could feel the sucking mouth pulsating around his cock as his shoving in and out became increasingly rapid. She was almost swallowing his cock as her hips jumped and bobbed to his relentless hand movements. Alan had to concentrate hard as he built to yet another climax, stopping only for a while as he flooded her mouth with his juice again. He only stopped for a while because her hips still twitched and he had other humiliations planned for his helpless captive.

His hand started to roll the toy, pushing it in and around, forcing little moans from her. His other hand held her head onto his cock. "That's it, Auntie. Keep sucking the cock." A sharp tug of her hair downward let her know not to release the sticky cum-covered cock, but to use her tongue on it. He loved the way he forced her tongue to push into the folds of his foreskin.

Little stifled grunts let Alan know the lotion was working again. As he worked the plastic ribs further in, he could feel her sucking harder, forcing little jerky movements from her hips. But most of all was the low moaning sound as he took it all the way out, her body dipping after the toy. The lotion was having the desired effect. He grinned to himself, as he knew she would be unable to control herself again.

Relentlessly he drove the toy in and out. She was bobbing and wiggling, her mouth sucked his cock. Even though he had climaxed many times, there was no stopping it. It was hardening under the continual licking of its head. Just a little more and it was rigid again, and then he struck.

He slowed the pumping to just a little wiggle and then nothing, then a little turn and then nothing. Pat started to move her hips. Alan held it still. She deliberately bobbed up and down, sucking him and fucking herself. Alan let her start moving quicker until she was trying hard to get herself off, then he pulled it out and dropped it on the floor. The thump as it hit the floor was followed by a small moan from around his cock.

"Ooooh, do I hear Auntie Pat needs a good fucking?" He tickled her cunt lips, which brought a long, "aaahhhh, ah, ah,"

"Then climb on my cock. Come on, fuck me. Get yourself off," he tickled her again. She bobbed and her head came off his cock. With her head down staring at the cock in front of her, almost inaudibly she panted. "Ah, no. Please use the truncheon."

Alan giggled, "It's my cock or I may just get nasty until you do. Come on, you know you need it. Just like before and at the farmhouse, you like being fucked." Groaning and shaking her head, she closed her eyes, but she couldn't close her ears. Alan taunted her. "You can't help it, you love your cunt hammered. It's that being tied up clears your conscience. Now get up on the bed and sit that hot cunt down on it."

She turned her head towards him and her pale blue eyes looked at his evil face. She went to speak, but Alan just shook his head, "Come on, my bitch, get bouncing." Reluctantly her right foot went back to the floor as she turned and struggled to get on the bed. Alan kept on grinning. "That's it, you know you want it. You can't help it, so just get that cunt were it belongs, all around my cock."

As Pat straddled him and waggled her hips to capture his cock, he laughed. "Get used to it, bitch. I'm going to be fucking you for years and years. You're mine to do with as I like, and if you're not a good fuck, then maybe the girls' holes will save your skin. Now, fuck me." A long, "aaahhh," filled the room as Pat's body succumbed to its urge and she sank down the full length of the boy's cock.

As his cock slid into the warm sheath, he gazed at her. He could not hide the look of triumph in his face as he watched hers. Her mouth opened as she sucked in more air. Her eyes rolled up in a look of pleasure as her hips started to rock back and forth over his cock. Her bound tits stuck out hard and round, the nipples pointed and erect.

His hand slid up her thighs, over her hips and up to the pointed bud. Gently he rolled the perfect nipple, forcing yet more response to their sensitivity. She wasn't looking at him. Her head was rolled upwards as her rocking movement increased, so he settled back, pushing his head into the pillow. He enjoyed his beautiful aunt. She was helplessly aroused. Little "Ah, ah, ah," sounds filled the room as she had no other option. The irritation in her cunt was driving her wild and she couldn't help it. She had to start fucking him.

Her rocking was relentless. Little guttural grunts and curses emanated from her throat. Alan especially enjoyed it when she moaned to herself, "Why, why, why can't I stop? Oh god, this can't be happening to me! Ah, ah, no, not again… ahhh." Alan watched her arms swinging behind her, trying to reach back and lever themselves on his thighs as she fought to get herself to her needed climax. All the time he could squeeze and mold her fat, pale-blue tits or tweak the long hard nipples, and just to add to her suffering he would drop his hand and rub her clit hard, his fingers, slippery and wet, making her squeal in uncontrollable delirium.

Alan forced Pat to cum three times in quick succession, and each time she came he played with her clit again. He was still hard, so it was easy to keep her going. The lotion had seen to that. Finally he too came. Not so much of his juice pumped into her, but all the same he hoped he had succeeded in seeding her womb.

He let her fall off him onto the bed. First he looked at her lying there, bound and panting, her smoky colored nylons clung to her sexy legs. The pale suspender belt, the only thing he classed as clothes still aroused him as the straps stretched over the cheeks of her naked arse. Her arms tightly bound at the elbow forced her to lie on her side, pulling her shoulders back and making her huge tits look even bigger in their entrapment. Her face was a picture of beaten beauty, laying, praying he'd go, but knowing he wouldn't.

Next he looked at the clock. 4:20, still time for a lot more fun. Then he looked at his cock as it hung down wet and sticky from her wet, cum-filled hole. He smiled and as he looked back at her whispered, "Time for my bitch to do some washing."

He climbed back on the bed. Grabbing her ankles, he pulled her legs down and straight. As he did he turned her. Pat groaned as her body forced her over onto her back. The pain in her shoulders raked through her as he slid up her body and straddled her. Alan knelt over her, trapping her at the waist, her bound tits pointing up at him. Her face was racked with pain, but all he did was slap his cock on the painful round breasts. "Time for my bitch to clean her master's cock. After all, it's your cunt it's been up, so it's your juice. Open your mouth before I use that knife and really open it up."

As soon as the frightened, obedient Pat opened her mouth he scooted around over her, straddling her head and gloating at her as he surveyed her pointed, bound tits. His hands mauled them, squeezing them hard and pressing the hard, round globes like a ball, flicking his fingers at the hard red bud, harder and harder making her cry out. "Oh shut the fuck up, here suck on this," he moved so he could still keep up his torment, but this time his cock dangled in her mouth. "Lick it bitch, lick it all, and don't forget my balls also require your full attention."

As he resumed his attack on the large fat globes, Pat struggled to move, trying to relieve the pain in her bowed body, while all the time licking and sucking at the meat in her mouth or lifting her chin towards the sack now slapping in her eyes. The fear in her mind had now become terror as his attitude toward her became more aggressive.

She could see only his arse as, for the next five minutes he bent forward, playing with her like a doll and abusing her tits while pushing his cock into her mouth. He heaped further misery on her as he would move his hand, sliding down to her hot cunt and slapping her thighs until she lay there with her legs open wide while he rubbed at her clit or pushed up into her. She hated him, but most of all she hated the lotion. It was no more than an irritant, but it still itched at her. Her cunt lips needed movement and the movement stimulated her female juices. As the cock slid into her mouth, she could feel her hips moving to his touch.

He knew it too, and he was having fun. Alan pulled back and slid away from her, leaving his wet cock resting on her forehead. Still grinning down, he ran his fingers over Pat's lips, pushing them in, making her lick and suck her juice off his finger. "I think it's kissy-kissy time, just me and my bitch, how romantic."

He got off the bed really slowly, smiling at the fear in her eyes, his gaze not leaving her for a moment. He got beside her and slid on the bed again, lying beside the helpless beauty. His hand wrapped around her, pulling her towards him, his tongue wiggling out at her. As he drew his right leg up over her right leg, his hand went again to fondling her bound breasts. His head closed on her, and it was obvious to her she had to kiss him and much as it disgusted her. She would be forced to play out his game so it would have to be deep and sexy.

His mouth smashed onto hers and silly "mmmm," noises accompanied his tongue ramming at her mouth. Pat could only play it his way, and she allowed his tongue into her mouth, sucking at it before pushing into his. All the time his hand pulled and fondled her nipples. Suddenly it wasn't there, but it didn't take her long to find out where his hand had gone. She felt first one finger then another as they slid into the wet, soft sheath of her now easily-aroused cunt.

In and out he drove. He knew where to push, his thumb rubbing on her clit as he worked on her. His mouth moved over hers as he worked faster. He could hear her breathing rapidly through her nose, and he could feel her hips as they began to move to his thrusting fingers. Should he ram some more lotion up her, or just fuck her? Smiling inwardly he thought, "I'll ask her."

Still fingering her, he pulled his head up. "Shall I fill you full of lotion or just fuck you?"

Struggling for breath she gasped, "Please don't put any more up me. I'll fuck. I'll let you fuck me. I'll be good. Just fuck me, Alan. I'll let you do anything you want to me, but there's no need to use that stuff. Please master, just fuck me."

Listening to her begging made Alan's cock hard again.

As his cock slapped over her thigh, he climbed between her legs. "Just think Auntie, this time last year I was laying in my bed wanking over you. I was hoping to see your tits and up your skirt at the farmhouse. It was the only reason I went, and look at me now. You're now my bitch and I can fuck you when I like, like I'm gonna do right now."

Bending forward he sucked hard on her hard nipples. Then, lining his cock up to her hole, he rammed in to the hilt, "Let's have some nice dirty talk from my respectable little Auntie. It's best you do as I say, or I may get bored and want to play with my knife." He bent his head to her nipples and bit one. She squealed and he looked up. "That's what I call a cutting remark. Now talk, bitch."

As Alan continued to thrust himself into her he grinned at the way she fought back tears of despair while at the same time trying to muster the strength to do his bidding.

As he hammered in she spluttered, "Oh, ah, yes fuck me. It's so good." His right hand twisted her nipple. "I, I mean, I love my cunt fucked by your big cock. You've got a lovely, ah, ah big cock. Fuck me, ah, with it. Use me, make me cum. You just keep fucking meee, ah, yes just there. Oh, I love it, fuck, fuck me, my cunt wants so much."

Alan's head lay on her shoulder. "I like fucking you, and I can fuck you any time, can't I?"

Pat panted, "Yes, yes Alan. Anytime you want, I love you fucking me," she was playing his game well.

"So you won't mind if I come around when you're home alone any time then? You just gonna get on your back and open your legs for me any time I want, is that right?"

Helplessly bound, she could do nothing but agree with him. "Yes, yes Alan, come around any time and you can bend me over and do what you're doing now. Fuck me, just come and you can do me how and when you like," she prayed that her words would appease him. She wanted him gone.

With a silly, "mmmmm, that's nice of you to say," he carried on. "So you won't mind if I bring some more friends around to fuck you, will you?"

There was fear in her voice, but she dare not antagonize him. "Oh, ah yes please, bring ah, ah, as many as you like, oh ammph ah," her aroused state was now heading her in the direction of another forced climax.

Alan slowed, but poor Pat was still aroused. As her hips humped onto him she moaned, "Please Alan no, ah, ah, nooo, not your friends, not, ah that, please, you shouldn't be doing this to mee, eeaahh, please Alan, stop doing this, I need to finnnishhh, ah, ah."

Alan was in no mood to let his victim off that easy. "If you want me to fuck you, tell me what you are going to let, say six of my friends do to you, and of course I'll bring your friends Dick and Des. They're always on about your sucking mouth and nice shaven cunt. They really loved licking you out. Needless to say they really want to bang you again. Could you handle nine randy boys in a day?"

Pat bit her lip. She wanted to get rid of him. She wanted, or had to have, this climax her body was forcing upon her, and yet she still had to play his game. She feared him, and that wretched knife scared her. She knew he was deluded, but she was unable to defend herself. She took a deep breath, her voice almost strangled in her throat as she gritted her teeth. She couldn't stop the feeling inside her, so she choked out what she knew he had to hear.

"I would let them, mmm, do any… anything they liked, ah, ah, they could fuck meee in twos or threes, ahh, all day, as many t-times as they liked. I wouldn't stop, ah… them, they could, ah, ooohh, use my mouth and I'd, I would swallow all of th, ah, ah them. Oh no, don't stop, please have mercy, Alan, ah." But Alan stopped fucking her. Her hips pumped up, but he just held back. Her head thrashed back and forth, "Pleassssse."

Alan grinned down at her, "And I can bring my knife and a lot of rope, then you won't mind if my friends tie you really tight and do lots of things to your defenseless body? I would love to watch my mates gang-fuck you while you're tied up and you won't be able to stop them, will you bitch?" Pat wriggled. She could hardly hear him but her cunt was wet and demanding. "Yes Alan, anything, but please finish me off." Almost sobbing, she humiliated herself, "Now, do me now."

With a loud, evil laugh he plowed back up her and fucked her as fast as he could, his triumphant laughter mixed in with her squeals as she climaxed. He just carried on driving her to continual climaxes a second time. It was then he couldn't hold on anymore and a small squirt of juice pumped from him. Even he knew he was spent.

He lay between her legs for a good ten minutes, sucking her nipples and kissing her mouth, neck, and tits until he dragged himself off. He stretched and looked at the clock. "Ten past six. I could get the six forty-five, would give you time to get ready for Uncle Pete. Bet he don't get to fuck your hot cunt tonight, or maybe," he grinned at the bound beauty on the bed.

Pat stared at the ceiling, her tits ached and her arms were numb. She lay exhausted, oblivious to him dressing - exhausted only until she felt him grab her ankles. She whimpered, "No, no, no more." As the rope bit into her soft skin, she knew Alan wasn't listening. Alan didn't even speak, but grabbed more rope and moved to her thighs, fastening her again just above the knee. He moved up, straddling across her ribcage as his fingers started to pull at the rope fastening her tits. Cruelly he pulled at the rope, hurting her sensitive tits until he unwound her globes.

Pat's loud moan heralded the pain as blood rushed back to the starved veins, but Alan didn't give her time to think of that. With frenzied strength he grabbed at her arm and forced her over onto her stomach. He quickly undid her elbows, and the tingling sensation replaced the numbness as it now stung her fingers. Like a rag doll he pulled her back. He hauled back onto her back, her bound legs making it easy for him to position her.

Before she could do anything, in seconds he had bound her wrists together and was standing by the bed. As the tingling subsided, she groaned at him, "Please Alan no more."

He moved back, grabbing a nipple in between the finger and thumb of each hand and he pulled the squealing woman up and off the bed. She stood there bound tightly before him again, her mind in turmoil at what he was going to do. He couldn't leave her tied, not with Peter arriving back. No, he was up to more mischief, more misery for Pat.

Grabbing a handful of hair, he pulled her face to him. "Just a little present for Uncle Pete." He tied another length of rope to her wrists and forced her to bend over, fastening her wrists to her ankles. Her knees were tied so tightly she couldn't bend, and she was bent double and completely vulnerable. He went to the bag, took out the bottle and stuffed his finger in it. He dropped the half-full bottle on the floor, and it clattered against the plastic toy. He pushed both things away with his foot before waving the cream-covered finger in her face.

"No, Alan no," she begged, but he took no notice. A stupid snicker gurgled from his throat as he went behind her and stuffed his finger all the way up both her holes before wiping the last of the cream on her cunt lips. Alan moved back and stood staring down at the back of her head. Slowly he pulled down his shorts, and grabbing her hair he lifted her face. "Wash it. Can't have mother smelling cunt on me. Clean my cock and be quick. Just get it back where it belongs, in your mouth. The bus goes soon."

Again Pat's tongue licked at the boy's meat, all around it and pushed into the foreskin. She licked over the tip and down to the sack. She could feel the heat building again, the irritation between her legs, her bound body involuntarily starting to dip and bob.

Alan laughed as he moved back. "There, that's clean enough." He grabbed her hair again. "But it won't be long before it's getting wet and sticky up you again." He lifted up his knife, and holding it by the tip he swung it in front of her face, and then he slowly let it drop, handle first, into the bag. Pat shuddered as the last thing she saw was the sharp tip disappearing into the sack. Alan giggled, "And this makes sure I'll have something nice in my mouth again. Remember if you ever annoy me or refuse to do as I say, this knife will be my mouthpiece."

Alan went behind and pulled at the rope. Her wrists parted from her ankles. "I haven't tied your hands tight. You should be able to pull the knot with your teeth. But will that be before or after your cunt is hot enough for Uncle Pete to fuck? Shit, is that the time?"

She heard him curse. "Fuck, I'll have to run for that fucking bus," the door banged shut.

Pat shuffled towards the bed. Every step caused friction between her thighs. As soon as she sat a tingle shot through her body, almost like an electric shock. Quickly she scanned her bound wrists, the knot was loose and she attacked it with her teeth. As she gnawed at the rope she found herself instinctively having to rub her arse back and forth on the bed. The irritation was beginning to bite.

The knot became loose. She could move her hands. As she squealed with relief, a loud screech of brakes from the street startled her, but she didn't care. Her hands parted and she was free. Her cunt and arse were on fire. She pried the knot free from her thighs and uncoiled the rope and then she bent. She could feel how wet she was becoming as her fingers clawed at the rope and her legs were free.

She thought, "Must get to the bathroom. Must clean myself out. Must get rid of the filth he put in me." Pat moved towards the door, every step forced the shock waves through her body. She stopped, her knees closed, and her body jumped and dipped. Pat's fingers snaked down her body. First they tweaked her hard nipples, sore but so sensitive, then on down. She stopped, standing still by the door. Her fingers were now busy elsewhere, certainly too busy to turn the handle.

There was nobody else in the room, no one to see her as she stood open legged, knees bent, rubbing her cunt as fast as she could, her fingers dancing over her clit and up into her sopping hole, finger-fucking herself to an incredible orgasm.

Pat lay against the door panting, her breasts heaved up and down as she tried to calm herself. As she pulled herself together she saw the half-full blue bottle of lotion and the truncheon on the floor. With a wicked smile she picked them up and moved towards her bedside drawer. Suddenly, as she moved the tingle returned. She gave a little squeal, dropped the bottle and toy in the drawer and crawled back onto the bed.

In the bedroom the pretty housewife lay on the bed, her legs wide open, her knees raised humping her hips upward, thrusting them at the fingers that rubbed furiously at her clit. Her other fingers drove up into her as she fought to relieve the next building climax. Her sore tits bounced as she humped her pain-racked body into her soaking fingers. Little "ah, ah, ah, oh yes," sounds filled the room while outside in the street people gathered around the motionless figure on the road.

The bus conductor sat on the bus platform shaking his head. The police officer took notes. "He ran for the bus. He jumped, but missed the pole. I saw him fall, landed on his rucksack. Why should a kid of his age have such a big knife? Must have landed on the handle. I saw the blade go through the back of his neck and that's it sticking out of his mouth."

Pagan.