MY TAINTED AUNT
When my Uncle George was killed in a mysterious road accident, I was devastated. It would seem that as he had been coming over to pick me up for a football match, his BMW failed to take a tight bend on the hilly road from their house and went over the cliff edge. The car had exploded on impact and his remains consumed by the ensuing holocaust, there was nothing left to recover and the verdict had been accidental death.
He was more like a father to me than my own Dad, his brother, was. It wasn't Dad's fault that he had to spend so much time away from home, it was his job and I had grown up with the fact that he couldn't be there when I was playing football or learning to ride a bike, or doing any of the other things that Dads normally do with their sons. Uncle George did though and as he and Aunt Marjory never had kids, he spent all the time he could with me and over the years, she grew to resent this. It wasn't until after his untimely death that I found out just how much she hated me.
"Carol, how that useless son of yours could be a part of our family is beyond me, he does nothing but plays sport and hang around in the gym with his equally obnoxious, lay about friends. I cannot, for the life of me, see why George took such a liking to him" She said one dinner time, during one of her frequent visits to our house. Mum looked a bit embarrassed at her sister-in-law's venomous outburst and replied,
"Madge, you know George enjoyed his sport and loved Gordon's involvement, if Bob had more time off work, he would be just the same, and wouldn't you love?" Dad managed to take his head out of the paper long enough to grunt a reply,
"Of course I would, but some of us don't have the luck that George had with his wheeling and dealing, or I might have been able to only work three days a week like he did." I actually think that Dad was jealous of his older brother's success with the stock market and possibly even the rapport that Uncle George and I had had between us. Auntie Madge couldn't resist having another snipe at me and included her dead husband this time,
"To be honest, George could be as much of a waster as Gordon sometimes; they made a fine pair you know?" This was said to nobody in particular and she went on to say, "And as he couldn't give me the children I so desperately wanted, he latched on to Gordon and spent less and less time with me" There was a tear in her eye when she said that and I'm sure it was a big act, to gain sympathy from Mum and Dad. Dad paid no attention, but Mum dutifully put an arm around her and said,
"You have been through a trying time Madge, I'm sure George loved you every bit as much as you loved him. But now he is gone, you still have us and you know we will do anything we can to help, don't you? Bob, for goodness sake, will you put down that paper and listen to Madge. She needs our help!"
Reluctantly, he threw down the paper and said that he was listening. He was far too busy to give her any of his time, but he was sure that I was big enough and ugly enough for anything she had in mind. After all, since I had turned eighteen, it was about time that I did something useful for a change and what was it she wanted help with?
George's will hadn't even been read yet, but it seemed that his devoted wife wanted to put the house on the market and needed assistance in getting everything packed into boxes. She glared at Dad and pointedly said that it was a man's job and not one for a mindless kid like me to handle. Mum jumped in and reassured her that I would be more than happy to do the heavy work and she could do the more delicate chore of wrapping and putting things in boxes. By the look she gave me, I knew she wanted me to say something comforting to my Aunt.
"You know me Auntie Madge, all brawn and no brain, great at lifting heavy weights, so when do you want me to start?" I said a bit sarcastically, remembering what she had just said about me being useless.
I really wasn't looking forward to helping her out, especially when Mum told her that I could stay over for a couple of nights to get things done quicker. It wasn't that she was bad looking or anything; it was her attitude that stank. She detested me and made no attempt to disguise the fact. She was a little older than Mum, mid forties I would say, she dressed in the latest of fashion and I have to say, quite sexily for her age. Since George's death she had taken to wearing black, which, with her short blond hair, suited her perfectly. Her figure could be described as trim but not skinny, pert breasts, tight butt and very shapely legs, all fitted into a shortish, 5' 4" frame which some would say, made her a very desirable woman.
She gave me a withering look, my sarcasm obviously hadn't gone unnoticed and she said,
"Well I suppose if Bob hasn't got the time, then you will just have to do. Go and get your things ready, I want to make a start as soon as possible and I don't want to be hanging about here all day waiting for you" I deliberately took my time about leaving the room and heard her say to Mum that she hoped I would be able to cope with a couple of days of real work and not let her down like some she could mention. That remark went right over Dad's head like a stealth jet, totally unnoticed.
The drive up to her house was uneventful and almost in complete silence as we didn't have much in common, other than George that is; and it would have been very boring if I hadn't been giving her sexy legs, a good coat of looking at. When she got into the drivers seat, her tight skirt had ridden up her thighs, a bit more than I think she was aware of and I could see the darker tops of her stockings leading to delights that I could only imagine. I quickly pushed these evil thoughts to one side and started counting sheep. Well I had to do something to stop the growing bulge in my jeans and quickly, before Auntie Madge spotted it and thought I was a pervert, as well as a lay about and told my parents about her disgusting nephew.
A feeling of deep sadness and loss came over me as we sped past the hastily repaired crash barrier where my uncle's car had over shot the bend. The twisted metal of the ruined crash barrier and charred vegetation was the only legacy of his mystifying crash. Seemingly unaffected, Madge negotiated the twisting turns competently and we were soon parked outside their beautiful house. The sun glinted off the clear, still water of the pool and again I thought of Uncle George and how he had spent hours teaching me to swim. My thoughts were rudely interrupted by my Aunt saying,
"No time for day dreaming, the quicker we get started, the quicker I can you off home again. I'm not so sure that this was such a good idea after all, especially if you are going to spend all the time with your head in the clouds. You're in the attic bedroom; I don't want you making a mess of the good rooms and don't forget to bring my case with you when you come inside. Put it in my bedroom, but don't touch anything in there, Ok?" Bloody hell, what had I let myself in for? I thought to myself, hard bitten old cow that she is.
I knocked on her bedroom door and not really expecting her to be there, I went right in and stopped dead in my tracks. There was my Aunt Madge, standing in only her underwear, hands on hips and glaring at me as if I had just crawled from under a stone.
"Don't you usually wait for an answer when you knock on a door, or do you normally barge in, like the clumsy oaf that you are? Have you no manners at all? Stop staring at me and get out of my room, now!"
My face turned a deep scarlet; I mumbled something about being sorry and not knowing that she would be changing. Tearing my eyes from her gorgeous body, I quickly left and went to my room. Underwear could not describe adequately how she was attired, it was the sexiest lingerie I had ever seen and she wore it very well, I must say. What there was of it, was all in black satin trimmed with lace, a bra that barely concealed her hard nipples and the thong was so tight that her labia were clearly defined. I was correct about her wearing stockings and these were held up by a wispy suspender belt of the same material. She was a walking 'wet dream' and I had a feeling that I might just be having one tonight.
As I expected, when I went back downstairs, I was met by a look that would have frozen a lava flow solid in seconds. She was not a happy bunny and told me to get started taking boxes out to the double garage and that she would speak to me later about trying to spy on her getting undressed. It was pointless attempting to explain myself to her, she had made up her mind that I had walked in on her deliberately and wanted to humiliate me further.
The rest of the afternoon flew past and the garage was soon filling up with boxes packed with her belongings. She finally called a halt at about six o'clock and said that we had done enough for today and that it was time for something to eat. After grabbing a quick shower and change of clothes, we ate together in the kitchen. Nothing was said about the incident earlier, she had either forgotten all about it, or was too tired to have another go at my character assassination, for which I breathed a sigh of relief. It was only about eight o'clock, but she said she was going to bed and suggested that I do the same, because we were going to start on the attic in the morning and I would need all my strength to get everything cleared.
To keep my mind off what I had seen earlier, I decided to have a nose about in the attic and check out all the stuff that I would be shifting in the morning. There was a mountain of junk, old beds, rolls of carpet, chests, you name it, it was there and all covered in a fine layer of dust. That was all except for one thing, a shiny bright, combination, television and video player. It was powered up, so my curiosity got the better of me and I turned it on and pressed 'play'.
The screen flickered slowly into life and I felt the short hairs on the back of my neck rising, for there, as large as life, was Uncle George! I felt weak at the knees and sat down on a nearby trunk to listen what he had to say.
"What you are watching now was recorded before my 'accident' and I will now be deceased. If it is not Gordon who has found this, please stop the tape immediately because it is for his eyes only. Please respect my request as the final wish of a dead man"
There was a pause for about a minute before he continued,
"Hi Gordon, I'm sorry if this is all a huge shock to you, but I was not killed in an accident, whatever happened to me was murder and I'm sad to say, it was contrived by my dear wife and Bob, my brother! Now you are horrified and probably think I have lost my marbles, let me explain Gordon. They have been having an affair, supposedly behind my back, for years! But, when I built our house, I installed a CCTV system in all the bedrooms and don't look so disgusted, it wasn't to spy on our guests, but to check on what the lovely Marjory was getting up to when I was away.
The hardest part to take in this entire sordid story Gordon was that she was doing it with my own Brother. Yes, with poor old hard working Robert! The reason he had so little time to spend at home was because he was fucking my wife, your Aunt Madge. Well it was more the other way round actually, she likes to dominate men and she knew that I would have none of that from her, so she switched her attentions to him. As you will see shortly, he loved being her sub, would do anything for her and that is why you are watching this tape now. They thought that if they arranged my 'accidental' death, she would get everything and they could set up home together. Incidentally, Bob planned to leave you to look after your Mother; he would have nothing more to do with either of you, nice guy eh? You might ask yourself why I never divorced the bitch. That's easy, she would have made sure that I never had access to you again Gordon, she would have insisted that Bob got custody of you and that would have been an end to our friendship.
The chest that you are probably sitting on at the moment has all the evidence you need to do with what you want. But rather than reporting them to the police, I want you to turn the tables on her Gordon. You have the perfect opportunity to make her life a living hell, how you do that is entirely up to you boy, but I know what I would do in your shoes. She will be so worried about losing her inheritance that she will do anything you desire. Give her the life of misery she gave me son, I'll be watching over you"
And with a final wink and a smile, he faded out and the screen went blank. I sat there stunned, unable to comprehend everything I had just heard. I replayed the tape again and again until I was convinced that it was genuine, this wasn't a practical joke, and Uncle George meant every word he said.
I finally regained control and decided to have a look in the chest. Inside there were notebooks and video tapes, all dated and laid out neatly. George always was a fastidious man in all that he did and he even continued that with the evidence of his wife's infidelity. With shaking hands, I inserted the first tape and sat back to see what George had recorded.
The scene opened to a shot of Madge dressed in a tight black leather basque, stockings and suspenders and black knee length boots with extremely high heels. She was pointing to the floor in front of her with a flogger; a man appeared, sank down to his knees and prostrated himself before her. It was my father, but not the man I knew or admired. This man was naked except for a black collar around his neck, to which was attached a leash. She told him that he had been a bad boy and that he should be punished. He was to start by cleaning her boots with his tongue and to pay homage to her clean shaven pussy. She sat back in a chair and he did as she commanded. When his mouth made contact with her puffy labia and engorged clitoris, he reached down and stroked his already erect manhood.
This brought a shout of disapproval from my Aunt and she pressed her high heels into his groin, followed by a slash across his bare back from the wicked looking flogger. She stood up and jerking savagely on the leash, she lifted him to his feet and ordered him to lie across the chair to receive his punishment. He readily complied, kissed the tails of her instrument of torture and I watched as she flogged him mercilessly. After a while, her breathing became laboured and she ceased, leaving his body with a mass of raised welts everywhere. No part of him had escaped her furious beating; even his genitals had felt the sting of her flogger and appeared to be quite swollen. She turned away from him and went off screen. He remained where he was, obviously awaiting her return and I could tell he was sexually excited by her mistreatment, but scared to do anything about it until she gave him permission.
If I had been shocked by what I was watching, what happened next left me speechless. When she reappeared on the screen, my Aunt was tightening the straps on a leather harness to which was attached the largest dildo I had ever seen and she was coating it with some sort of lubricant. She told my hapless father that as he was her slave, she was going to fuck his pathetic arse and would keep doing so until she was ready to be brought of by his tongue and lips. Without any tenderness or warning, she lined up the ten inch rubber phallus at the entrance to anus and with one thrust, she speared through his sphincter. His cries were terrible to hear, but she just laughed and began to fuck him in earnest, slapping his abused buttocks with every inward thrust. When she had cruelly used him like this for a few minutes, she withdrew, leaving his hole like a gaping cavern and she pulled his face to her inflamed sex. Her eyes closed in ecstasy, her whole body shuddered with her climax and he swallowed all she could give him.
He remained on his knees as she lay down on the bed, spread her gorgeous legs and told him that he could fuck her now and to be sure that she had another orgasm or it would be the worst for him. Uttering that he would be honoured to pleasure his Mistress, he hurriedly got between her thighs, fed his aching cock into her sloppy pussy and he gave her all that she desired. After shuddering to his climax, she had him lick her clean of their combined juices and told him to run her bath. He left, followed shortly by her after she had removed her Mistress's outfit and the room fell quiet.
My mind was in turmoil, on one hand I was horrified by the scene I had just witnessed, but on the other I was strangely excited by it all. Madge was stunning, even better than I remembered from my quick glimpse of her this afternoon and I found myself stroking my erect cock. I had a quick look at some of the other tapes and saw that they were all in the same vein, my Aunt being the Dominant one and my father being her submissive. Some of the things she made him to for her, I found totally abhorrent, but I couldn't take my eyes off her perfect mature figure and knew that I wanted this woman and wanted her now!
George must have known me better than I knew myself, because included in the contents of the chest were a few items he thought I could make use of. There were ropes, restraints, nipple clamps, various vibrators and dildoes, in fact everything an aspiring Dom could hope for and although I had never thought about taking on the role of Dominant before, the situation I now found myself in called for that and I was well prepared to make my Aunt into my first sub. I shouted down the stairs,
"Auntie Madge, could you come here for a moment please?" Her reply was hardly surprising,
"What is it you stupid boy, I'm ready for bed, can't it wait till the morning?" I smiled and shouted back,
"No Auntie, I need you to tell me what to with some things I've found up here"
"I don't suppose I'll get any peace till I do, will I?" She called back haughtily and I heard her making her way up the stairs. She had no idea yet, but she would be getting very little peace from now on and I felt my groin tighten in anticipation of what was to come.
She had thrown on a fluffy white robe over her night things and turned her nose up at the dust covered attic, trying to avoid the dirt touching her clean attire. Her eyes took in the TV right away and she asked me what was that doing here, it was one that George had kept in his study and why it was here was a mystery to her. I told her to sit on the trunk and to watch. She was about to object when yet again the screen came to life and there she was subjecting my father to another of their Dom/sub games. In this scene, she had tied his cock and balls tightly and was flailing them with a small flogger. He must have pleased her immensely because when she stopped beating him, she knelt before him and sucked his inflamed maleness and swallowed his ensuing ejaculate noisily.
I stopped the tape and waited for her reaction, which I knew wouldn't be long in coming,
"Oh my God! He knew all along. He knew everything. What are you going to do with this tape Gordon? I'll be ruined, the family will disown me and I'll get nothing from his estate. It will destroy your father too Gordon. Please don't tell anyone about this, I beg you Gordon"
I decided not to show her the first tape, the one where George told me everything, I would keep that as my hole card, for emergencies. I looked her up and down, causing her to blush in embarrassment and took my time before eventually saying,
"Your days of being Dom are over slut; you will be my sub and accept me as your Dom. Your body will be mine to use, as and when I wish, is that understood bitch?" She started to get up and I saw the anger in her face as she said,
"You little shit; do you for one minute think I would agree to be your sub?" I pushed her back down and said,
You have no option slut, or I tell and show, the whole family what you and my father have been doing all these years. Now stand in front of me and strip, I want to inspect my new toy"
Realisation of the predicament she was in slowly dawned on her, her bitchy expression faded from her face, her shoulders slumped in resignation and she wearily got to her feet. I waited patiently and chuckled to myself, as she undid the belt on her robe and removed it, revealing an almost transparent black negligee which did nothing to hide her delightful curves. Even when a tear ran down her cheek, I felt unmoved, this was the bitch that plotted my uncle's death and robbed me of my father's time and affection and she deserved everything that was coming her way. The negligee joined the robe in a heap on the floor and her body was at last revealed to me in all its naked glory. It was time to exert my authority over her show her who was boss, so I said,
"Hands behind your head slut, feet apart at shoulder width and this is the position you will adopt when I wish to inspect you, is that clear?" Her face was crimson with shame at having to expose herself like this to her nephew and as I walked around her, her tears were flowing freely. My eyes devoured her luscious body, her nipples were standing proud and erect, possibly from the chill air in the attic or, from knowing that she had given over control to me, I knew not the reason and cared less, she was mine!
My fingers were drawn to her pert nipples like magnets; I took them between my thumbs and fingers and rolled them, pulling them out and gradually increasing the pressure until I saw her wince in pain. My cock was growing harder by the second, so I told her to remove my clothes and to be quick about it and with one final pinch; I brought her to her knees in front of me. When she had me as naked as her, I used her tender buds to pull her up to face me again and told her to adopt the position as 'inspection' was not yet over. I moved behind her, watching her perfect buttocks twitching involuntarily, I thrust my hand rudely between her out spread thighs and roughly probed her smooth sex with my hard fingers. She gasped at this sudden intrusion of her mature pussy by her nephew, but I felt a wetness which I had not expected to be there and I said,
"Bend forward slut, touch your toes so I can better explore my new cunt and arse. From what I have felt so far, there will be no need for any further lubrication, even when I fuck your virgin butt, you're juicing up nicely. You do have a virgin ass, don't you Auntie Madge?" She groaned in her humiliation but complied with my command, slowly reaching forward, exposing herself further and replied,
"Yes Gordon, I have never allowed anyone to bugger me and I don't expect you to either, you bastard!" She soon found out that was the wrong thing to say and the slap to her soft buttocks resounded around the attic like a rifle shot.
"Two things were wrong with that my slut. Firstly, you will address me as Master and secondly, you have no choice in how I may wish to use any of your holes and that includes this one!" She cried out as I jammed my thumb past her tight sphincter and into her resisting anal passage,
"Oh shit, stop it, you're hurting me Gordon!" The next slap was even harder than the first and my hand print was livid against the pale skin of her tightly stretched bottom, "Aghhhhhhh! Sorry Ma....Mast.... Master! Forgive me, I'm not used to calling anyone Master" I kept my fingers and thumb in place and said,
"You will get used to it my fuck toy and learn to enjoy pleasing your Master. Now remain in that position, I'm not finished with you yet" I withdrew from her abused holes and retrieved the flogger from the trunk, let's see how she likes a dose of the tool she used so often on my father, I thought to myself. I held the tails in front of her face and with a look of anguish and hatred; she got the unspoken message and kissed them. The flogger whistled through the air as I tested it and her body tensed expectantly.
'Thwack!' The first blow landed across both of her upturned ass cheeks, her hands flew to rub her stinging flesh and she jerked upright. She needed to be restrained, so I fetched a spreader bar, a length of thin chain and the nipple clamps. I tightened the ankle cuffs, which kept her feet about three feet apart, placed the clamps on her erect nipples and attached one end of the chain to them; I bent her forward to hold her ankles again and looped the other end of the chain around the spreader bar. If she attempted to stand again, she would pull her tender buds agonizingly. The next blow from the flogger had the same affect as the first, but when she felt the grip of the clamps, she quickly leant forward to relief the pressure and a sob of helplessness escaped her lips. Twenty strokes were enough for her first time I thought and I rubbed her reddened skin tenderly and felt her juices as my finger slipped over her hot slit. As I released her from her bonds, leaving the clamps in place though, I looked into her tear stained face and said,
"We will retire to your bedroom now slut, I need you to do something with this" She looked down at my cock, which was achingly hard and then at me and I saw a look of defeat in her sad eyes,
"Yes Master, whatever you desire" I led her from the attic, using the chain to pull her behind me and down the stairs to her luxurious boudoir. I pulled down on the chain still connecting the clamps on her tortured nipples; she slowly sank to her knees and sat back on her heels. My cock had never felt so stiff and erect, I wanted her to satisfy me orally and be further humiliated by me squirting my spunk all over her flawless features. I held her bowed head in my hands and brought her mouth to my young dick,
"Suck your Master's dick bitch, if I feel your teeth touch me or you do not it like the whore I know you to be, then these clamps will be a permanent feature and I may even replace them by steel rings" I gave a swift jerk on the chain and thrust my engorged shaft deep into her throat, causing her to momentarily gag until she got her reflexes under control. Giving no thought for her comfort or enjoyment, I fucked her face hard and fast. I felt my cumm boiling up inside, surging up my cock and I removed it from her hungry mouth and shot my thick spunk all over her face and tits. I watched as it ran down into her eyes, dripped from her nose, off her chin to her heaving breasts and said,
"Ummmm that wasn't bad for an old slag like you, now use your fingers, clean it off and swallow it whore" Seeing her submissively eating my cumm was getting me hard again and I knew I had at least one more climax in me before the night was done. I searched through her cupboards looking for the box of toys I knew she must keep somewhere in this room and I eventually found it hidden behind a shoe rack. Her eyes bulged in fright as she realised that giving me a blow job was just the start of this evening's torment and she moaned pitifully when she saw me strapping on the harness which she had used in the video I watched earlier.
After I had checked that she had scooped up all my semen and hadn't missed any, I removed the nipple clamps and gently sucked her sensitive nubs, made all the more tender by the blood rushing back to them after having been held captive for so long by the cruel pincer like jaws. I lay her on the bed, face up, handcuffed her wrists to the bed posts and using rope from her toy box, tied her lower legs tightly to her thighs and stuffed pillows under her buttocks. I attached another length to one knee, passed it under the bed and spreading her legs impossibly wide, I tied it to her other knee. She was at my mercy, her cunt flowered open, juices glistening on her lips and running over her tight little rose bud. I knelt between her legs and lowered my face to her beautiful pussy. Her clit was undeniably aroused, I sucked it between my lips and I heard her give a moan of pleasure as more of her sweet nectar flowed from her juicy hole.
I pressed the head of her own monster strap-on dildo to her entrance and slowly pressed forwards. She was moaning continuously and I felt her hips jerk wanting more of this huge phallus inside her. When she had taken four inches of this monster, the head of my cock came against her tightly shut anus and I said,
"If you want any more slut then you will have to let me into that virgin ass of yours, but I can assure you that if you don't willingly help me, you will not get the climax your slutty body craves" My finger and thumb squeezed her swollen clit and by way of reply I felt her relax her sphincter and say,
"Yes Master, fuck this worthless whore's ass, just let me cumm I beg of you" I reached down and fed the bulbous end of my prick into her opening and with one savage thrust filled both her grasping holes with cock and dildo. She screamed out as pleasure overcame her pain and she spasmed to a shattering climax. I kept pounding my hips, feeling the enormous strap-on deep inside her pussy, separated only by the thin membrane as my cock rammed her anal channel. Another intense orgasm ripped through her body, I too spurted my second load of the night and collapsed on top her, exhausted, but satisfied that she was now under my control, a mindless sex slave and one who would pay dearly for her past mistakes.
Her final chore for tonight was to thoroughly clean my equipment and suck her own copious spend from the rubber dick she had had so much pleasure from. I released her legs from the ropes and her wrists from the cuffs and when she was able to move freely again, I led her to the end of the bed, told her to lie on the floor and cuffed her to the sturdy bed frame. She looked up at me, barely able to disguise the look of sheer hatred and dissolved into tears. I threw her a blanket and climbed between her freshly laundered, cool cotton sheets and was asleep in an instant.
The morning sun streamed through the window, lighting up the room and waking me from an extremely arousing dream. One where I had total control over my bitchy Aunt Madge, but as I regained my senses, I realised that it wasn't a dream at all, I did have that control over her and the evidence was asleep on the floor at the end of her of her own bed. I went through to the adjoining bathroom and relieved myself, my cock stiffening as I recalled the events of the previous evening.
The noise of the flush must have wakened her and as I strode back to the room she looked up at me pleadingly. I unlocked the handcuffs and as she rubbed the chaff marks on her wrists, I said,
"You have twenty minutes to do what you have to do and then report back here for morning 'inspection' my cumm slut. Now hurry up, we have a busy day ahead of us!" She rushed away to the bathroom and I heard her going through her morning routine, wondering what was going through her mind at this sudden turn of events.
She was back well before the allotted time ran out and she stood meekly in the position I had given her for 'inspection', legs apart and hands behind head. Lazily I climbed off the bed, her eyes warily following my every movement; I walked behind her and ran my hands up her sides. I immediately noticed that she hadn't shaved under her arms, so I let my hands slowly travel across her tummy and onto her mons. Finding that not as smooth as I liked, I whispered in her ear that she had just earned herself twenty more lashes, but they would kept until tonight, because she will probably earn more before the day was done and besides, my cock needed her attention and every day, after 'inspection', she would be required to suck me dry.
When she had finished and swallowed my morning offering, she reached for her clothes to get dressed for the day and I said,
"What do you think you are doing bitch? I decide what you wear or do not wear, from now on and today you will wear hold ups and heels, nothing else, Ok?" Her body slumped in resignation as she finally realised that her life, as she previously knew it, was a thing of the past and that she had given over full control to her Nephew.
As I was towelling myself dry after a relaxing shower, the smell of frying bacon made me aware of how hungry I was and my mouth started watering at the prospect of a good hearty breakfast. I pulled on a pair of tight sports shorts and made my way to the source of those delicious smells. Madge had put on an apron and was busy at the cooker so didn't hear my arrival,
"What is the meaning of this slut? I do not remember you asking for permission to cover yourself. Add ten more stripes to your punishment" She nearly dropped the frying pan on the floor in her surprise, quickly regained her composure and said,
"Look! I'll be your sex slave, do anything you tell me, but when I'm frying, I wear an apron, the hot fat was spitting and I won't get burnt for anyone, Ok........Master?" She added as an afterthought.
"I'll decide!" I said menacingly and glared at her, "I saw in a couple of your videos that you liked to play with candles, dripping hot wax over my father's wedding tackle? Well that is something you can look forward to later, aswell as an additional ten stripes for disobedience. Ditch the pinny and get your arse over here, give me the egg slice and hold your tits out in front of you" I thought for a minute that she was going to rebel and stand defiant, but I guess she thought about the consequences, she dropped the apron and did as I commanded. Her nipples still looked raw from the harsh treatment I had given them with the clamps, but I didn't care, she needed to be taught who was boss.
'Slap!' I brought the flat of the slice down sharply across one nipple and again on the other. She tried to back away, but I stopped her and ordered her to stand still, she was to receive four more on each breast and if she moved, I would continue until she obeyed me. When I had finished, her tits were a bright scarlet in colour and her nipples so swollen that they looked fit to burst. I took a little pity on her and told her that after she had served me my breakfast, she was to fetch a tub of moisturising cream from the bathroom and bring it here to the kitchen. As I began to eat, she got the cream and returned immediately,
"What do you want with this Master?" She asked, holding out the jar. I chewed my food deliberately, swallowed and said,
"Sit in that chair opposite me, legs across the arms, rub the cream onto your tits with one hand and using your other, make yourself cumm! And to make it more interesting, if you bring yourself off before I finish eating, you can have some breakfast, if not, then you get nothing till lunchtime, Ok, get started bitch!"
She wasted no time in applying some cream to her aching breast flesh and she soon had her fingers working cream over her already wet pussy. With an eye on my plate, her digits moved quicker and quicker and before long her clit was as swollen as her nipples. Her breathing quickened, her eyes closed and her juices were making lewd squishy noises as her fingers pistoned in and out of her sloppy hole and I couldn't help grinning. Here was my haughty Aunt, who only yesterday was treating me like shit, racing to finish herself off in front of me and oblivious to the fact, that I had finished eating a short while ago. Her climax was building rapidly, burying three fingers deep inside her abused fanny and thumbing her clit furiously, she cried out triumphantly,
"Yessssssssss, Oh Yessssssssssss, I'm cumming!" Her body tensed and a flood of cumm gushed around her hand and dripped to the floor. She lay back in the chair panting with exertion, her fingers still inside her gooey cunt and face flushed with embarrassment.
"Too late cumm slut, I finished before you!" I laughed evilly and not being a complete arsehole, I threw her the end of the loaf and told her to wipe herself clean with it and if she was hungry enough, she could eat the bread later. Having me degrade her like this was the last straw; she huddled up in the chair and sobbed bitterly,
"Oh God, what can I do to stop you treating me like this? I know Bob and I have done wrong, we should never have arranged to kill George. But it is done now and I can't turn back the clock. Anyway, he didn't care what I did; you can see that from the videos he made of his Brother and me. He knew all along Gordon, I beg you to..........." The kitchen door opening, interrupted her in mid sentence, footsteps sounded on the hard tiled floor and a quiet voice said,
"Yes Marjory, you are right, I knew all about you; and my Brother; and the sordid little games you played"
Auntie Madge slumped off the chair and landed flat on the floor in a dead faint. I have to admit that I nearly joined her, because there, as large as life, was my Uncle George and he was very much alive!
"Hi Gordon, you have done even better than I expected. I knew that you would take my hint and treat her like the slut she really is, but I never thought you'd get her to confess to trying to kill me like that. I know you're confused and I'll explain more when she wakes up" He said, pointing his toe at his nearly naked wife lying on the floor. I got to my feet unsteadily, still reeling from the shock of seeing him fit and healthy and I embraced him,
"Welcome back Uncle George, I thought we had lost you forever and that is why I have been treating her the way I have been. Since watching your videos, I wanted to kill them both, yes, my father included!" As he returned my hug and told me that it was alright and that he was here now, I felt tears of relief course down my cheeks. We parted and George said,
"Come on Gordon, let's get the bitch awake and we'll have some fun with her, what do you say son?" I laughed and said, 'why not', grabbed a jug of cold water and poured it over my Aunt's face. She coughed and spluttered, her eyes opened and she looked at Uncle George in sheer terror and in a scared voice said,
"You're dead, the car, the barrier, the wreckage! What does it all mean? Thank God you're alive, this cretin of a nephew of ours has been blackmailing me and now, he has no reason my Love, and I have you back again! It was all Bob's idea you know? He talked me into it and I'll make it up to you, I promise my Darling" She said frantically, her attempts at reconciliation were awesome to behold.
Uncle George was not at all moved by her outburst; he reached down, grabbed her by her tender nipples and yanked her to her feet. He showed no emotion when she cried out, he twisted her buds viciously and said,
"Way too late for that, you whore! You showed your true colours and now its payback time. But, before Gordon and I have our fun, you will phone that wretched Brother of mine and convince him that he and Carol get themselves up here as soon as possible. The longer they take, the longer we have the use of your worthless body, is that understood slag?" She knew that resistance was futile, so she dialled my parent's number and was soon telling my Dad that she needed to see them both, it was an emergency and they should get here as soon as possible. There was a slight pause, she groaned, looked at our grinning faces and said,
"Are you sure you can't get here before four o'clock?" Her face crumpled as presumably my Father told her that they couldn't be any earlier; she mumbled a reply and hung up the phone. George looked at his watch and with an evil laugh said,
"Well it looks like you have about five hours of entertaining to do tramp. Why don't you fetch her 'toy box' Gordon, I'm sure there are lots of things in there that we can amuse ourselves with and while you are away, I'll see if she can raise my cock back from the dead, so to speak" I rummaged around in Madge's numerous closets until I was satisfied that I had retrieved all of her BDSM paraphernalia and sex aids, which was a considerable amount I can assure you.
True to his word, George had Madge on her knees and he was giving her the face fucking of her life. He was holding her head tightly and thrusting himself furiously into her mouth, so deeply that I could see the outline of his manhood in her throat. His hairy balls were slapping against her chin and she was gagging his pre cum and her saliva all over her swinging tits. With a loud cry, he held her face even closer to his groin and ejaculated. She had to swallow it all trying to get air into her heaving lungs and finally George withdrew with a satisfied look on his face and said,
"That was pretty good for starters, you always could give a good blow job, but there again, you had lots of practise with good old Bob, didn't you?" She looked up into his coal black eyes, saw his mood darken and knew that she was in for a hard time until her Brother and Sister-in-Law arrived later this afternoon.
George and I got together and discussed what we would do next, making sure that she couldn't overhear us, which increased her apprehension and raised goose bumps on her near naked body. We took an arm each and led her onto the patio. When George had this house built, he had ensured that the garden could not be seen from nosy neighbours or even from the road, so there was no danger of us being observed, we could use our slut in complete privacy.
We placed her face up across the sturdy picnic bench, handcuffed her hands to the supports at one end and tied her legs exactly as I had done the previous night. I found a blindfold and ball gag in the box and fitted these in place. She was helpless, she couldn't see what we were going to subject her to next and if she tried to scream, she wouldn't be heard. There was a washing line near the table and hanging from it was a bag of clothes pegs, my eyes lit up and George nodded in agreement as he saw where I was looking. I started to attach them in a ring around her nipples, as each peg took hold, her body jerked and she tried to cry out. When both rings of pegs were in position, her swollen teats stood erect between them and I shifted my attention to her puffy labia, which were already glistening with her juices. I roughly pulled each in turn, clipped on a vertical row of three pegs to each juicy petal and using a strip of duct tape; I spread them widely and stuck the pegs to her thighs.
Uncle George had not been idle during this and he had been lighting half a dozen candles, giving them plenty of burning time to form a good puddle of molten wax. He indicated that I should start fucking her, so always being willing to oblige, I slid my stiff shaft into her vulnerable and very wet cunt. She was more than ready to accept me, I felt her inner muscles flutter around my cock and suddenly it was as if a silk vice tightened around me. George had tipped the hot wax directly onto one of her nipples and as her body convulsed, her cunt contracted, gripping me like nothing I had ever felt before. Gradually, as the pain subsided, her hold on my manhood relaxed until once more, he did the same to her other nipple and I lost it! My spunk exploded from deep within and I had the most intense orgasm ever! She was thrashing around as much as her bonds would let her and if she didn't have the ball gag to bite on, her orgasmic cries would have been heard for miles around and as I pulled out of her spasming pussy, a flood of our juices ran over the table. George's manhood had recovered from Madge's earlier blowjob and he took my place between her open thighs saying,
"You know Gordon; your slutty Aunt never let me have her ass in all these years, so I do believe I'll 'rectumfy' that, right now! She seemed to enjoy it last night with you, so let's see if she can open wide enough for me."
"How do you know I shagged her tight arse last night Uncle George?" I asked him. He laughed at my confusion and replied,
"Are you forgetting how I got the videos in the first place Gordon? I was in the CCTV control room and watched it all"
"Ah yes! I forgot about that, I hope you enjoyed the show, I did and judging by the volumes of cunt juice she squirted over me, old Madge did too!" I chuckled. I decided that my Aunt could clean all the goo of my shrinking cock and it would be safe to remove the ball gag as my prick would do the same job of keeping her quiet. I hoped that Uncle George had set up the video camera correctly and was catching all this in glorious Technicolor; I wanted a copy of the tape for future use.
After pouring the hot wax over her nipples, George had left the candles burning, so I thought it was only fair to give him the same sensation that he gave me, but instead of her nipples, I leant over and dropped the wax right onto her swollen clitoris. She screamed around my half hard cock, her body stiffened with the shock and George cried out as her anus contracted painfully and sucked the ball juice right out of him. This was her most powerful orgasm so far and as her sphincter tightened, so did her gaping sex and a jet of her cumm hit George on the stomach. Her screams subsided and she passed out from the sheer intensity.
By the time she had recovered, we had released the handcuffs, removed the pegs and untied her legs. It was lunchtime after all and we needed food. George told her to get showered, put on fresh stockings and garter belt and make us all burgers. In answer to her unspoken question, he nodded and said that as she had done well, she could eat with us. We sat at the table with a couple of cold beers and she hurried to obey.
The lunch was soon on the table, but instead of allowing her to sit, he told her to stand beside us while we played with her ass and pussy, but that on no account was she to cumm. This became a contest between us to see who could get her turned on the most and make her defy his order.
I didn't think that I could get hard again after cumming so many times in the last twenty four hours, but the sight of George reaming her anus with a large carrot coated in butter, soon had my virile young penis standing to attention. I had three fingers buried in her hot pussy, thumb pressing her tender clit when an idea struck me. I pulled out a little and folded my thumb into the palm of my hand, coated it with some of the butter George had used and slowly began to insert my hand into her slack cunt. She moaned out loudly at our duel assault on her front and rear holes, but I felt her pussy release more juice to help my hand on its way. I kept rolling her stiff clit with the fingers and thumb of my other hand and finally, her blood engorged labia were around my wrist. Beside herself with lust, her hips jerked backwards and forwards, fucking herself on my fist. George's orders totally forgotten, she cried out once more and flooded my hand and arm with her nectar.
We were both fully recovered and before she collapsed, my Uncle grabbed her hips and backed her ass onto his raging cock, telling me to take her from the front and we would give her a double. The feeling was incredible, his hard dick up her fanny made her soaking pussy fit my cock like a glove and it wasn't very long before I was squirting another load of hot spunk into her belly.
There was just time for us all to get showered and dressed before the arrival of my parents. Much to her horror, we decided that Auntie Madge was to remain dressed as she had been all day and no amount of her pleading and crying would change our minds. My mother Carol was also going to find out how much of a whore slut her Sister-in-Law had actually become. We did insist that she put on her make-up, fix her hair and wear her four inch heeled black boots, to compliment her scanty clothing and to complete the picture, we tied her securely to a high backed chair in the lounge, legs wide apart to show the wetness glistening on her abused sex. A short while later we heard the sound of a car drawing up in the driveway, doors opening and closing and my Fathers voice calling out,
"Hello! Madge! Gordon, is anyone about?" George had warned us both not to let on that he was alive, he wanted to surprise them, just like he had with us.
"Through here Dad!" I called back, "We're in the lounge" I heard their steps as they entered the back door, through the kitchen and into the lounge. Dad's face was a picture when he caught sight of Madge, trussed up in the chair, with all of her womanly charms on display; he was horrified and shouted,
"What the Fucking hell is going on here? Have you gone completely mad Gordon, release her at once you pervert! Are you Ok Marjory? But don't worry, Son or no Son, I'll call the police!" The lounge door slammed shut and George said in his quiet voice,
"I wouldn't do that if I were you Bob" This caused a similar reaction to his first reappearance, Mum collapsed to the carpeted floor in a faint and Dad just stood there, ashen faced, his mouth frozen open in shock. George hurried across to help Mum to her feet and said,
"I'm sorry, I couldn't tell you that I hadn't been killed in that car crash Darling, please forgive me, but I had to find out the truth! And with Gordon's help, I have"
'Darling', he called her, now it was my turn to be confused. What was going on here between my Mum and my Uncle? I thought to myself. He steered Mum over to the couch and told her to sit next to me. My Father, he told to sit on the floor between Aunt Madge's obscenely spread legs and when he had us all where he wanted us, he said,
"I guess it is time for a few explanations, especially to you Gordon" He looked over and gave me a wink and a smile, then continued, "Firstly, the 'accident', I knew they," He glowered at Madge and Bob, "were hatching up some plot to get rid of me, so I was especially careful to test the brakes on the car before getting to the steep part of the road and when I discovered that they had been tampered with, it was easy enough to arrange for it to look as if I had gone right through the barrier" He switched his gaze back to me and continued,
"I have known about Bob and Marjorie's affair for a very long time, even before you were born Gordon and of course I eventually plucked up the courage to tell Carol, your Mum" He turned to her and gave her a loving smile, before dropping a bombshell,
"Yes, we also became lovers, but we both agreed that we would keep it a secret, we didn't want the good name of the family dragged through the divorce courts. Carol became pregnant and we thought that everything would change, Bob would want to spend more time with her and Marjory would want us to have children too, but, try as we might, she never conceived and laid the blame firmly at my door. I knew Bob was still visiting and that they were having regular, unprotected sex, but still Marjory couldn't get pregnant. That led me to convince Carol that we should have some tests carried out. She got a sample of Bob's sperm, on a rare occasion that they made love" He paused, glared at the man in question and dropped an even bigger bombshell than before,
"If anybody is interested, the results are here" There was a collective gasp as he produced a sheaf of papers which had the distinctive heading of the local hospital written across the top of each page. He came over to my Mother and me, pulled us both to our feet and; putting his arms around us he announced,
"Gordon, I'm proud to say that you are our Son. Neither Bob nor Marjory are capable of having children, thank God for small mercies. So basically what I'm telling you is that Carol is still your Mum, Madge is your Aunt, I'm your Father and Bob's your Uncle!" The three of us hugged each other tightly, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, but all very relieved at the final outcome.
Epilogue.
Mum and my new Dad, George, told Bob and Madge to get out of their house and that they better sign the divorce papers without any question, or they would take the evidence of their plot to kill George directly to the authorities.
For my part, I managed to get my 'Aunt' to one side before she left and told her that I would be in touch soon, I was going to arrange a party for my pals at the gym and that she would be the 'entertainment' for the night and if she even thought about refusing, then her and my ex Father would be the new stars on the local website!Things slowly settled down in George's house, I still found it hard to call him Dad though, after thinking of his Brother Bob as being my Father for so long. Aunt Madge and him were living in the house that I had been brought up in and as far as I was knew, Bob was struggling to keep up the payments and keep Madge in the extravagant lifestyle that she had been used to with George. It was all they both deserved anyway, the evil bastards, I thought to myself and it was about time that I reminded my dear Aunt of that fact.
George had taken me under his wing and was teaching me how to run his business. The way he had it set up was to give him maximum return on minimum effort, which gave us most afternoons free to do what we liked. He had given me the upstairs bedroom, the cubby-hole that Madge had originally put me in, the bitch, so I didn't mess up the other rooms. The difference being, that he also gave me free rein and all the money I needed, to do any alterations I wanted, which included converting the whole attic into my own private apartment. I had never had it so good and had incorporated a few changes to one of the rooms myself.
It was the largest room of them all and I completely made it over to be a dungeon, complete with a private room, off to the side. One wall held a vast array of the tools of the Master's trade, everything that I could lay my hands on. Floggers, whips, clamps, restraints, the lot and of course, a whole variety of vibrators, dildoes and butt plugs. The end wall was dominated by a St. Andrew's cross, the best money could buy. It could be rotated, placed at any angle required and was fitted with numerous wrist, ankle and body clamps. The ceiling had eye bolts and pulley blocks which corresponded to ones fitted to the floor and the final touch was that behind the stone clad facade, was enough sound proofing to ensure total privacy. I had installed my own video and sound system in this room and ensured that it was not hooked into George's. He had caught me out with that one before.
The boys at the gym knew something had changed in my life and were keen to know just what it was that was making me strut about like a dog with two dicks, but until I had everything set up and in place, I kept my news to myself. When the time was right, I would throw an apartment warming party the likes of which, they had never experienced and probably, never would again.
As the renovations were nearing completion, I called Aunt Madge and told her that I would be coming over to see her in half an hour and that she should be dressed in her shortest mini skirt, white blouse, stockings and suspenders, high heels and no underwear. She began to object at having her nephew make such demands of her, so I told her that she had just better be ready and hung up the phone.
I took a few things from the wall, which I thought I might need to help persuade Madge that any show of resistance to my demands was pointless and in addition, I included the video of how George and I had made her our cum slut so readily. On the drive over to my ex-residence, I felt myself getting hard at the thought of having Madge do everything and anything that I wanted with her mature, but still very attractive body. It had been a while now since I had fucked my slutty, sex slave Aunt and my balls ached at the prospect of her swallowing their hot slimy load.
"Hello Aunt Madge, you are looking very nice this afternoon" I said as she answered my knock on the door, "I'm pleased that you saw fit to obey my wishes"
She blushed and looked angry at knowing she had to comply with my demands and said,
"Gordon, this can't go on. I have to try and be a good wife to Bob, not your sex slave, to be used and abused as and when you see fit. You and George got what you wanted from me, isn't that enough?"
I could see tears of frustration build up in her beautiful eyes, which only did more to harden my resolve so, meanly I said,
"Do you want to give me a blow job here on the front door step, or are you going to invite me in, slut?"
A look of defeat crossed her eyes, her shoulders slumped and she opened the door to let me in. I went right through to the main living room and sat down in one of the old, but comfortable armchairs, followed closely by Madge teetering on her highest heels. She didn't quite know what to do at this point and stood nervously, just inside the door so I pointed to a spot in front of me and said,
"Stand there and strip down to your nylons and heels, I want to inspect my whore and see that has been keeping herself in shape for me"
She was blushing furiously and was about to say something, but I gave her an angry glare, which cut her off before she could get started and she duly stood in front of me. When I waved the video in front of her, she didn't keep me waiting any longer and while she was removing her blouse and skirt, I felt myself becoming erect.
Her body had recovered well from the abuse that, my Father George; and I, had given her a short time ago. For her age, she had the shape of a woman half her years, but as she stood there awaiting my inspection, a frown of displeasure crossed my face and her hands instinctively tried to cover the stubble which graced her pussy and she visibly trembled as I growled,
"Drop the hands slut! It is too late; I've seen the sign of your defiance decorating your worthless cunt. Did I give you permission not to shave? I want you smooth for me, at all times?"
Her hands dropped meekly back to her sides as I got up from the chair and walked behind her, she gasped as my thumbs and fingers took her already stiff nipples and roughly, rolled and pinched them. Using my grip on her nipples, I led her to the coffee table, laid her face down on the cold marble top and tied her arms to the legs of the table, her legs I placed either side and secured them with more rope, this kept her buttocks and pussy raised up to give me easy access. I took the nipple clamps from my bag, dangled them in front of her and said,
"As you like decoration on that juicy cum hole of yours, you can wear these for a while; they may help to remind you that I want my cunt bald and not covered in a mat of wiry hair"
She cried out as the clamps took hold of each of her puffy labia and I tested their tightness by giving the chain a hard tug. Not wanting her to alert the whole neighbourhood to the fact that her nephew was abusing her, I strapped a ball gag to her mouth and continued to pull her pussy lips as wide as I could and taped the chains to her legs. When I finished adjusting her position, I rammed three fingers hard and fast into her unsuspecting pussy and followed that with my thumb probing deep in her tight ass hole and said,
"Ummmm not very wet yet, Auntie dearest, I think I'll have to warm you up a little"
The riding crop had a leather flap at its end and would do nicely to heat up her totally vulnerable and exposed clit. It was just as well I had gagged her, because at, the first swipe of the crop on her tender sex her body went rigid and without the ball in position, I'm sure her screams would have been heard two blocks away. After five direct hits her clit was an angry red colour and swollen to twice its normal size. I massaged it with my fingers and thumb and was rewarded by a trickle of juices running down her thighs and over her stocking tops, it seemed that she still enjoyed a bit of pain to get her going. Replacing my fingers with my rock hard cock, I laid a few stripes across each of her tight buttock cheeks, revelling in the feeling of her inner muscles clamping my shaft with each stinging stroke of the crop.
Her pussy had made me so wet with her juices, that I prised open her anal opening and easily pushed my way past her sphincter and buried myself in her rectum, my balls slapping her blood engorged clit. I fucked her hard and fast and sensing that she was past screaming, I released the ball gag, wanting her to take my load down her throat. A few more thrusts and I pulled out and held my greasy cock to her lips. Reluctantly she opened wide, knowing that to resist would be futile and I slid my manhood over her tongue and into her throat. She overcame her gag reflex and started swallowing. Her throat muscles milking my cock head felt wonderful and very soon I pulled her head hard against my stomach and gave her my first blast of hot spunk.
After I was spent and she had cleaned me properly, I released her and told her to fetch a razor and shaving cream, she was going to sit in a chair, legs over the arms and shave herself for me, while I told her about the party I was going to have.
Every time the blade passed near her swollen clit, she winced and looked at me pleadingly, but I ignored her silent plea for mercy and revelled in her discomfort, not only at the pain she was inflicting on herself, but at her total embarrassment at being under my control. I told her that on Saturday night, three days from now, she and Bob were to come to our house at seven o'clock to get ready for my house warming. She was to wear her Domme outfit, Bob his subbie gear and they would be putting on a show for my friends from the gym.
When she heard what I had planned for them, she nearly cut her tender lips with the razor and I laughed, wondering what her reaction would have been if I had told her everything that would take place this coming Saturday. As much as I was tempted to empty my load into Aunt Madge's freshly shaved cunt, I resisted the urge and left, reminding her that she and Bob were not to have sex before the party and not to be late.
I was very pleased with the alterations to the attic and could hardly wait for Saturday night. I had chosen this weekend, knowing that George and Mum were going away for a romantic break together and I would be left to my own devices. I phoned the gym and got hold of Eddie, told him that him and the rest of the regular members were invited to my house for seven thirty and that they could look forward to a wild night. He asked about girls and I told him that that had been taken care of, if he was game for a gang bang as there would only be one woman present and she would take care of all our needs. That would be cool with him and most of the guys, but what about Rico and his three pals, he then asked. I assured him that they wouldn't be disappointed either and hung up, chuckling to myself.
As in every gymnasium across the country, there were always a few of the members, like Rico and his pals, who had a leaning towards the same sex and although they worked out and looked as macho as everyone else, they got their sexual gratification from having sex with other men, or to be more precise, raping weaker men who crossed their paths and I had a feeling that after the floor show which Madge and Bob would put on, Bob would be the next victim of their perverted lust.
My mother and George left for their 'dirty week-end' as they jokingly called it, on Friday morning and after a leisurely lunch and shower I made my way to the gym to hang out with the lads. As I expected, as soon as I entered they descended on me wanting to know what I had got arranged for the following night. I told them that they wouldn't be disappointed and to wait and see what happened the next night. They could see that I wasn't about to give away any details so we all got into our normal work out routines and had to save all our breath for that and not chatting about what was going to happen on Saturday night. I watched a couple of George's videos that night, still resisting the urge to jerk off and fell blissfully asleep, dreaming of what we were going to do with dear Aunt Madge the next night and if Rico and his boys knew about Bob, they would probably be dreaming as well.
I spent the afternoon setting up the dungeon, placing candles all round the room, there were leather sofas placed in a circle around what would be the stage and a selection of haunting music on the CD player to set the mood. I checked that the hidden cameras were all working correctly and just before seven, filled the bins with ice and beer. Right on cue, the doorbell rang announcing the arrival of the main act, Madge and Bob!
They were dressed as I had told Madge they were to be, in their respective Domme/sub leather outfits, worn under long overcoats. They both looked a bit embarrassed standing for inspection in front of their twenty year old nephew and Bob glared daggers at me as I groped Madge between her stocking clad thighs. I thrust my sticky fingers into his mouth and said,
"Taste the slut; she is dripping already the randy whore"
He looked ready to object, so I slapped him across the face and told him not to even think about complaining as the pair of them had brought all this onto themselves and they were just paying the consequences.
"You will greet my guests like the good servants you are and if I get any complaints about your manner, you will be dealt with severely. Is that understood? Remember I still have the video tapes!" I gave them each a slap on their naked buttocks, fitted them with the leather masks which I locked into place, to protect their identity and went off to light the candles.
Eddie and the straight guys were the first to arrive and judging from the whooping and hollering, they were already taking liberties with Madge's exposed tits and juicy cunt. They were soon joined by Rico and his lot and they were having an equally playful time with Bob. I shouted across the noise and told them that the sooner they were sat down, the sooner the show would begin. When everybody had a beer and got comfortable, I indicated to Madge that they were to get started.
I had rigged a spotlight above the stage area and when she stood under it, she looked every bit the Domme. Her tits stood proud of her chest, slightly sagging but still beautiful for a woman of her age, her nipples looked bullet hard and the leather basque framed her bald cunt perfectly. Sheer black stockings, black high heels and her holding a wicked looking flogger in a gloved hand, finished off her slutty outfit to make her a subbie's dream. She slashed the chair seat with her whip and Bob appeared under the light, crawling on hands and knees, just as he had done in the video. She placed a spiked heel on his neck forcing his head down, his hairy arse pointing skyward and she began to flog his naked buttocks with more force than I remember from the video. I think she was using this enforced show to take out her anger and frustration on him, no doubt blaming him for the predicament they now found themselves snared up in.
Each vicious blow brought shouts of encouragement from the assembled audience and Madge warmed to her task. Bob's backside was soon a bright red and each strike brought forth a grunt of pain, this hadn't stopped him from becoming erect though which hadn't gone unnoticed by Madge who switched her attention to his engorged genitals. Bob's grunts turned to cries as the vicious tails lashed his cock and balls mercilessly. Every so often Madge would stop and ram her spiked heel deep in his anus, which caused more humiliation than pain, especially when she presented the heel to his mouth for cleaning.
When she tired of this abuse, she flipped him onto his back and squatted across his face, rubbing her puffy, juice soaked labia across his panting mouth and she proceeded to jerk his tortured cock into her gloved hand. It wasn't long before his hips jerked and his cum filled the palm of her hand. She shifted off his face and to complete his humiliation she slowly poured his warm spunk into his gasping mouth, holding his nose to ensure he would swallow it all. As he lay gagging on his own seed, she resumed her position above him and using the handle of the flogger, she brought herself to a shuddering orgasm, forcing her hot juices to join his and he had to swallow quickly not to spill any, knowing that if he did, there would be worse to come.
After a couple of minutes recovery time, during which you couldn't hear yourself think, the boys were shouting and cheering that much, they looked over to me for approval and to see if they were to be allowed to go home. This was the part I forgot to mention to Madge the other day and I ignored their puppy dog eyes and shouted,
"Ok guys, they are all yours!"
This was met by a look of sheer terror on both their faces as the crowd surged forward to claim their victims. Eddie and the guys grabbed Madge and Rico and his pals took Bob, kicking and screaming into the private room, I guess they wanted to be all boys together and not let the rest of us in on what they and their type do to poor guys like Bob. Which was fine with me, I wanted to see and be part of what Eddie had in store for Madge and anyway, I could always watch it on video later, if I really wanted to know.
We formed a circle round Madge, reaching for her tits and roughly pulling her to us each in turn and we quickly got rid of her basque and pulled the leather eye flaps down on her mask so she was blindfolded. We passed her backwards and forwards, all probing, pinching and biting until she was totally disorientated and dripping sweat. During this we had all stripped off and were to a man, all sporting angry looking erections and I could see by the lust in our eyes, Madge was about to get fucked senseless.
Eddie lay on his back and had two of the guys lift her onto his throbbing cock, his teeth latched onto one of her stiff nipples and he kept her bent forward, opening her anal opening for another to ram his hardness past her sphincter and deep into her bowels. Yet another held her nose and as her mouth sucked in air, he thrust himself into her throat and so her ordeal began. She was never without three cocks buried inside her until we had all cum at least twice, some even three times.
From the ungodly screams coming from the private room I guess Rico and friends were initiating Bob in the finer art of male rape and the Devil himself knew what else and I almost felt sorry for him, but soon shrugged that idea from my mind, he deserved all he got.
With at least two loads of spunk from each of eight horny young guys, dripping from every orifice, Madge looked quite a mess, so we dragged her into the shower room and made her clean herself up and despite the numerous slappings she got to every part of her naked body, the urge to be clean overtook the need to try and stop us from spanking her abused flesh. The scene that her and Bob had enacted for us earlier had given the boys some ideas and they decided that it was Madge's turn for a flogging.
Her large tits were tied tightly with rope in a figure of eight and the free end passed through one of the numerous pulley-blocks hanging from the ceiling. She was raised upright until just her toes were supporting her weight, them and the tension on her bulging breasts, which were slowly turning purple in colour. Her legs were spread wide apart and tied to ring bolts on the floor, leaving her sex gaping and vulnerable to anything we wished to do with it, which for the moment anyway, was to give it a sound flogging.
We took turns at wielding the large variety of floggers I had available and soon her screams were drowning out those of her partner Bob. Some concentrated on her very sensitive over inflated tits, some on her buttocks and my own favourite, her fast swelling and juice dripping cunt. When she looked to be on the verge of collapse, I stopped the boys, had them release her and carry her to a couch where I applied a large dose of cream to her tortured skin. She was moaning constantly which I thought was from the pain of her recent flogging, but as my fingers made contact with her gaping pussy and enlarged clit; she grabbed my hand and pressed it against herself, urging me to fist fuck her because she needed to cum.
My hand easily slipped into the void of her sloppy cunt and her labia were soon folded over my wrist. I began to slowly pump my hand back and forth, gradually increasing the speed and depth and her juices were oozing around my wrist and running down the crack of her ass. Not one to miss this opportunity to humiliate her more, Eddie quickly got a huge dildo and worked it past her protesting sphincter and deep into her bowels, where I felt it against my thrusting fist. The others were by now taking it in turns to throat fuck her and she was swallowing every drop of their thick creamy seed without any complaint, in fact, she was relishing being a complete slut for so many young men. I felt her climax building from within, her tummy fluttered, her muscles tensed and suddenly she let out a scream of sheer ecstasy and shot her cum up my arm, not just once, but three or four times, until she collapsed from exhaustion.I gathered the lads together and told them that it was time to call it a day and that I thought our star performers had had enough for one night. They all agreed and said it was the best house warming any of them could remember and when could they look forward to another performance? After assuring them that there would be other nights and that all requests would be duly considered, they dressed and left, leaving me alone with my Aunt and Uncle.
Madge was slowly recovering from her ordeal and looking deeply embarrassed at having orgasmed so strongly from the harsh treatment she had been receiving. I released her from the mask and told her to lie back while I fetched Bob to clean her body of the rapidly drying spunk deposits which covered her body from head to toe. She was happy to oblige, still blaming him for their ordeal and lay back complicitly.
I brought Bob from the private room, on his hands and knees with a ten inch vibrator still lodged deep in his rectum where Rico had left it and I thrust his equally cum stained face into Madge's greasy fanny, telling him to start there and not to stop until she was completely clean. When he eventually finished I told Madge to do the same for him and then they could get dressed and leave, but not before she sucked her nephew's cock one last time and shared my seed with Bob!
After I had tidied up and taken a relaxing shower, I went to my bed that night, wondering how low these two would actually stoop to keep their sordid secrets from getting onto the internet, a smile crossed my face as I drifted off to sleep, knowing I would have fun finding out.
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