Aunt Sharon enslaved

CHAPTER TEN

Diane had watched her mother's shame with growing apprehension. She had never thought of Sharon as anything more than a mother figure – someone who made sure all her clothes were pressed and washed and who busied herself about life totally sexlessly.

This last hour had shown her something shocking, something that made her gasp each, time Billy did something more vile to her mother. She watched in fascination, wishing at times that she could have been the one who was roped and beaten and pissed-on.

And now Sharon lay there half-conscious, her chest rising and falling, her flesh streaked with the yellow piss while Billy pulled up his Levi's.

Her mother was moaning shamelessly, the cries Diane recognizing immediately. She felt them too right now as she stood there, the ropes biting into her flesh. She purposely wriggled against the rough hemp, causing herself more pain as she watched her mother being humiliated. It was wonderful, exciting, revolting watching this. And then she found her eyes meeting Billy's. Diane found herself smiling, almost grinning as if they were co-conspirators in some unspeakable crime. Billy walked up to her, rubbed her cheek with the back of one hand, then loosened the bonds so she could move her right arm. He pulled a small stool up to her, putting a tiny black box, with a dial on top within her reach. There were wires sticking from the back, trailing off into the darkness behind her mother's head. Billy sauntered back to Sharon, unfastening one of her arms and putting an identical box within her finger-reach. He drew the two wires together, disappearing into the shadows for a moment.

When he returned, Diane saw a handful of damps and wires hanging from his fingers. Not again! God in heaven, not again! She pound her teeth together as he opened two clamps and let them snap shut on her pink nipple. Her body shivered, her ass rubbing against the pole behind her while her toes curled against the floor. She felt his fingertips spreading her hot cunt-lips apart.

And then came the touch, the cold, biting touch of the clamp against her clit. Diane let out a cry, shuddering from the pain and delight racing through her mind.

Billy moved to Sharon next, straddling her body as she arched her spine and rolled her hips as best she could, silently begging for a fuck. Instead, the woman was rewarded with two clamps over her stiff, red nipples. Sharon squawked, her eyes darting from side to side while her head banged against the bench. No! This was too much! She had too much already with the pain, the beating, the pining, the teasing! She deserved better!

Sharon rolled her head from side to side, letting out a sharp, hysterical laugh as she felt another clamp biting down at the base of her stiff clit. Her cunt-flesh was slick and wet with flowing juice. The biting, nibbling sensation of the sharp metal teeth against her vulnerable flesh made her all that hotter. Sharon came violently, her clutching pussy nearly dislodging the metal clamp.

How her spongy, fat cunt-lips ached for the touch of a cock! Instead she was wired up, hooked to something behind her. Rolling her head to the side, Sharon caught sight of the small black box next to her. Stretching out her freed arm, she found she could touch the dial on the top. It felt cold, evil. She shivered, shuddering even more when she heard Billy's laugh behind her.

"Hooked up and ready to go," he said, getting up from his crouched position and wiping his hands on his Levi's. "You're gonna be my first try, Aunt Sharon. Nothin' like family to try this on."

"What? You're crazy!" she gasped, afraid to ask him for an explanation.

"Yeah, in a nice way. You wanna get fucked. But you're gonna have to pay for it," he said with a sneer, reading her thoughts.

Sharon blushed furiously, shame weighing heavily now on her mind as she looked around and saw her daughter similarly hooked up.

"I've got the master control here. It's sort like a transformer. I'm gonna send out some juice," he said, nudging one of the wires leading to Sharon's cunt. "You can keep it, or send it back too… to her." He nodded his head in Diane's direction. "That means, of course, she's gonna get a double dose."

"No!"

Sharon's eyes widened. Her nephew had resurrected hell in this old barn and was using her and her daughter to test out the territory. Sharon writhed, straining her body against the leather thongs holding her prisoner. She had to break free. She had to, or they were lost.

"Now, let's get goin'."

Billy moved back to the main generator, checking the connections, then switching the machine on and turning the first of two dials. Immediately Sharon screamed, arching hat back and writhing her shoulders against the table behind her. She could feel the electricity pushing in her nipples and cunt, the amperage barely raising goosebumps on her flesh.

Diane was silent, watching like a hawk as her mother shuddered against her restraints. The sensation wasn't unpleasant at first, her asscheeks jiggling against the bench while her tits shivered. She could feel her clit starting to ache as it came softly. It was as if a thousand needles were gently pricking all the sensitive areas in her body.

Sharon's knees pulled back against the leather thongs cinching her ankles tightly, more juice seeping from her cunt and adding to the productivity of her body. Dots of perspiration formed on her forehead while a strange, hot/wet feeling developed over her nipples and around her cunt. She moaned, pressing one cheek against the rough bench, gasping for air. No, this wasn't bad, not bad at all. She wouldn't have to visit any pain on her daughter. Perhaps Billy would tire of this soon and let them go.

"Oh!"

More voltage! No, he was going to take them up the ladder step by step. The initial charge was just the overture, the beginning to more pain. Sharon sucked in another deep breath, her shoulders rubbing steadily against the bench behind her. Her eyes were glazed and wide, focused on an overhead beam just above her while the pulsing electricity took on a biting edge. Her nipples began to ache, while her cunt throbbed on the brink of an endless climax.

Her asshole recoiled, a fist of air exploding from her bowels while her belly cramped achingly. She felt something hot and wet gush down her thighs and realized she was pissing and shitting on herself, her body having surrendered all control to the electricity. Billy cranked the switch a notch higher. Her tits and belly and cunt were ripped to pieces by fiery steel knives, blades like the one that tormented her mother.

She screamed again, her flesh puckering up and burning while more and more amperage seared through her body. Angry, hating her mother for all the pain, Diane managed to stretch her hand out to the box and flip the dial, stopping the pain for a moment and giving her mother a double dose of her own medicine.

Sharon thought she would die! The pain was enormous. Claws on incredible sharpness ripped through her while her climax exploded with a mind-blasting frenzy. She could hardly breathe! All she could do was lie there, climaxing again and again like a mindless whore. She shuddered and jerked against her bonds, thrashing from side to side while the smell of her own burning flesh turned her on.

Again the current soared from Sharon to Diane, the teenager shrieking as her body bounced and jerked against the ropes. Her mother had sent her a deluge of electricity, the voltage burning her nipples and exploding through her clit. She was mindless, her body a convulsing thing, her face a blur while spit stood like diamonds on her purple lips. The last thing she did before losing consciousness was turn the dial, sending more voltage into her mother's body, then collapsing into a faint.

Sharon was the stronger, still resisting a faint while she thrashed against the leather thongs. Billy's nuts were high and tight, his cock rubbing hotly against the front of his Levi's as he watched the two women electrocute one another. When Diane passed out, he shut down the machine with a sweep of his hand. Sharon continued to sob and jerk, even after her nephew had torn the pincers free of her quivering tits and cunt. Pulling down his trousers, he slapped Sharon until she came to her senses, holding her down by the shoulders while drilling his hard, hot meat into her cunt. Oh God, God, that was what she'd been waiting for! She laughed wildly, her fingers clutching at thin air while her cunt snugged up hot and greasy against his poling prick.

How it filled her elastic pussy, striking her clit with each brutal pass. She wanted him savaging her the way the electricity had, destroying her, tearing her cunt apart. She could see in his eyes he was enjoying this. And as her lust boiled and her clit was stung with wave after wave of fizz, Sharon knew that she had cum with the hardest, biggest cock in the world. She was whirling in sexual delight as Billy dumped his hot load in her cunt.

"Now you two have a safe trip home," Helen said, her plump arms folded one over the other as she stood on the porch. Billy was carrying the suitcases down the creaking porch steps, putting them in the trunk of Sharon's car. Diane was inside, pulling down her long sleeves so her aunt couldn't see the dark red marks. She looked at Billy then inched down in the car seat, wishing they could stay but knowing full well they couldn't.

"We'll be back shortly," Sharon said, giving Billy a peck on the cheek and flushing when she saw that grin on his face. Thank goodness his back was to Helen's face.

"And write. It was so good seeing you again, Sharon. And you Diane, of course," Helen called out as the car started.

"Yeah, real good," Billy whispered, leaning into the car and giving both women a hard look before withdrawing.

Sharon waved, then backed up into the drive. She and Diane would have much to talk about. There would be so much to think of and discuss. But, she thought with relief as she steered the small blue car onto the narrow country road, it was all out in the open.

And then when they returned… Sharon glanced in the rear-view mirror, surprised to see herself smiling. Yes, they would return. Wouldn't Helen be glad to see them.

And so would Billy!