Aunt Sharon enslaved

CHAPTER EIGHT

Sharon was worried sick about her daughter. It was late. Helen had muttered something about not worrying since the children were seen wandering off together. But that was exactly worried Sharon. Something was up. She stood hesitantly in the living room, staring at the empty fireplace and wondering if Billy were hurting Diane.

She tightened one hand against her wrist as if she could still feel the ropes binding her on the dew-damp grass.

Stopping a few feet from the building, she clutched her fingers at her throat. Did she have the courage to face Billy?

She had to find out. Squaring her shoulders, Sharon marched forward, clenching her fingers into two fists as she approached the large barn. There were sounds coming from inside. It sounded like a conversation, but Sharon couldn't make out the exact words. She was certain it was Billy's voice. Carefully she curled her fingers around the barn door and pulled. It was open!

Stepping inside, Sharon let the door thud closed behind her. There were small partitions in front of her, makeshift walls that prevented her from having a direct line-of-sight down the center corridor of the barn. How well she knew this place? Her cunt puckered as she remembered what had happened to her in there. Frightened but determined, Sharon pushed on, stepping over the soft hay and moving around the first partition.

"Oh my God!"

Sharon stopped dead in her tracks, bringing one hand up to her mouth and gnawing on her whitened knuckles. Her heart stopped while an incredible sadness settled over her heart.

There against one tail post was her daughter, stripped naked, tell-tale bruise marks all over her body. Diane's head was down, her long hair curtaining her face. She seemed asleep, her chest rising and falling regularly. She was tightly bound, rope pressing into her flesh and leaving white marks where it held. Sharon looked around, her eyes darting about the barn. No Billy. He must have left for the moment! Slinking the stupor and surprise from her mind, Sharon rushed forward, cupping her daughter's chin in her hand and shaking her awake.

"Diane! For God's sake, wake up! I'm going to get you out of this," Sharon whispered hoarsely, looking about her nervously. Her fingers fluttered around the rough hemp, tugging and pulling at the knots while Diane roused herself from her faint.

"Oh, Mother, you don't know what he's up to. Get out of here while you can," Diane said in a sleepy voice.

"I can't. I won't! He can't do this to me!" Sharon protested, freeing one rope from her chest.

"Mother, behind you!"

Billy had been biding in the shadows, watching as Sharon moved deftly around the pillar. He grabbed her from behind, his hands holding her by the elbows while, he wheeled around.

"Bastard! You bastard!" Sharon cried, her eyes wide with hatred while her daughter wailed behind her.

"You loved it. Why not the little bitch as well?" Billy laughed, fighting her down to the ground.

Diane struggled against the ropes while Billy topped her mother, wrestling her into the dirt, holding her arms down by the wrists while pressing his knees into the backs of her legs. Sharon could feel her dress riding up. How could this be happening right in front of her daughter? He brought one hand around to the back of her neck, pressing her face into the hay while Billy slapped her hard across the back of her skull. Diane screamed as she saw her mother beaten that way, stunned by the force of the blow.

"No, no, no!" Sharon wailed, finding herself defeated from the start by her horrid nephew. He had raped her, and now had visited his filth on her daughter! Tears welled up in her eyes as she felt him tearing her dress.

"Slut, and the daughter of a slut!" Billy rasped, pulling her dress off.

Sharon fought with him, whimpering as he tore her dress off, pulling her up from the floor, then tossing the woman toward the pillar opposite her daughter. She fell to one knee, stretching one arm out for balance. Billy grabbed hold of her, snapping her from the pound and shoving her against the pillar. Sharon's spine snapped against the wood, her head thudding back hard.

Still she fought against her nephew, scratching at his face while Billy slapped his aunt again and again. When Sharon continued to struggle, the young man doubled his fists, bringing them hard into her belly.

She doubled over, letting out a whooshing sound as her knees buckled from under her. She felt him gathering her up, pushing her against the pillar with one hand while pulling off the rest of her undergarments with the other.

Sharon weakly protested, feeling her panties slide over her hips and down over her toes. He let her fall to the floor, her arms collapsing to her sides, while her feet stretched out behind her. Sharon tried to shake the dullness from her brain. But the blow had done its job. She lay there groaning, catching glimpses of her daughter strapped to the pillar while her own body ached from the beating.

"Here. This'll keep you quiet!"

She felt something pressing against her lips. Blinking her eyes open, Sharon had only time to catch sight of a red rubber ball up against her nostrils as he forced her jaws apart, jamming the latex gag deep into her mouth. The woman gagged, curling her tongue back. Billy slapped her several times, kneeling on her hands to keep her still while tying the leather straps attached to the gag firmly behind her skull.

Sharon's eyes bulged as she gasped in long, steady breaths. She couldn't panic. She couldn't let herself go! She would surely gag on her own spit if she lost control.

"Now, we can have us some fun… you and that fucked-up little slut over there!"

Billy dragged Sharon back into the shadows, dropping her near an old overturned crate. There were rummaging sounds. Quietly she raised her hands, placing her fingers around the knot that held the gag firmly in place. She began untying the leather thongs, looking anxiously around to see if Billy were watching her.

"Can't have that," he said, kicking her hand away and stepping on the offending fingers with the heel of his boot.

Sharon let out a muffled cry, her body jerking and twitching as she thought he was breaking all of her fingers. Tears sprang to her eyes as the bed crushed down, twisting and pressing until the woman moaned in agony.

He kicked her once in the belly, making Sharon double up. While she was still trying to catch her breath, he dragged her a little farther back, propping her head up on the crate. She looked up just in time to see a black rubber sheath come down over her forehead. She wanted to struggle against the thing but thought better of it. Billy pulled it down tight, the latex cinching up tight against her flesh. It was a smooth, cool, second skin, the rubber rolling over her high cheeks, her nose, finally wrapping snugly around her chin.

There were small slits around the nose and two near her eyes. Sharon could barely see in front of her, and breathing was difficult. When Billy wrapped thin gaze around the tiny slits, fixing it firmly behind her skull, the woman panicked. God only knows what he would do to her with that revolting-smelling hood over her head. She rolled forward, her hands flailing wildly in front of her as she gaped out grunting sounds through her ball. Sharon felt her hand hit something sharp. She screamed, drawing back as if bitten by an animal.

Billy cuffed her from behind, bringing his doubled fist down against the back of her skull. Diane was screaming! Sharon tried to call to her daughter, but the gagging ball made speech impossible. She fell forward, sprawled on the dirty barn floor. Crawling forward, she felt Billy's filthy hands covering her body, pinching her flesh, reaching around and squeezing her nipples. Sharon grunted, slapping at the offending hand. Once more she felt him putting something over her head. It was weighty, blocking out even more of her hearing. From the smell, Sharon could guess it was leather.

A leather hood! It fitted tightly around the hugging latex, the nose piece sliding awkwardly over her nostrils. She struggled against Billy, clawing at the smooth black leather while her feet shot out in front of her. Panicked once more, Sharon felt herself pining onto her thighs. No. No. She wasn't going to die; she wasn't going to wind up a corpse just for this wild man's pleasure.

Billy bit her again in the stomach, kneeing her tower back while sliding the hood on completely.

It was awful not to know what was going to happen next, not to see what he was going to do to her. A cold sweat broke out on her forehead while Sharon curled her toes until they cramped. She cringed, her heart racing faster and faster as she felt tight cards drawn under her armpits and up over her shoulders. She let out another cry, her head snapping back as her teeth chewed down on the latex ball.

"Uhhhhh!"

She felt him crossing the rope behind her, knotting it tightly so that her shoulders wrenched back and the rope bit cruelly into her flesh. Sharon wanted to cry. But the rubber and leather prevented her even from blinking her eyes. Again she sucked in another lungful of hair, her lungs burning from the restricted breathing. Billy tightened the shoulder restraints more tightly, that move forcing her tits to jut out even more.

Sharon could feel her nipples growing hot and itchy while the rapes sawed over her whitened flesh. More perspiration oozed from under her arms, streaking her the rippling down her tensing thighs. Sharon thought of what Billy could do to her like this, that image making her faint.

If only she could see! She would be able to take anything, if only she could see! But the hood was relentless, now hot and tight against her flesh. Sharon flinched, feeling Billy's fingers around her ankles. Oh God! Hewn tying them to the post behind her as well, wrapping the length of line around and around until she couldn't move her feet.

He was purposely tightening than, making her scream through her gag as the hemp burned her flesh. Sharon whipped her head from side to side, her hair splashing just under the hood. Sharon thought she would go mad. She had to hear something, to feel something, to ace something! And now… and now Billy was leaving her alone, leaving her in a cocoon. It was a horrid way to be bound, one that intensified her sense of complete helplessness.

Moments passed, seconds that seemed like clays. Sharon couldn't hear or see what her nephew was planning. And then in a second she felt something terribly cold pressing against her inner thigh. She stiffened, her fingers working against one another while her naked ass-cheeks rubbed up and down against the splintery pole. Sharon concentrated on the feeling, wondering what it was. She felt the broad length of steel of metal of some kind she thought it was – start to work its way slowly up her thigh.

Her tendons ridged, making her shiver and pull against the ropes holding her prisoner. Oh God, wait! There was something else now, something that made her jerk wildly against the rapes. That cold sensation had turned sharp now. It was a knife! He was playing with a knife, rubbing it against her flesh!

Sharon screamed through her gag, jerking and twisting and pulling against the restraining ropes. He was going to cut her open! Her whimpering cries barely escaped around the choking ball gag as her flesh reddened against the chafing lines. Billy was moving the blade up, up her ridging thighs, up to her cunt.

Sharon shivered as if someone had touched her with a live wire! He was poking the tip of the knife against the junction of her cunt-lips. Pricking the sensitive flesh, he began creasing the woman's outer cunt-lips, making Sharon's cunt itch and burn in an odd, strange way. She stopped her shrieking, feeling the cold steel starting to enter her cunt!

Oh God, God, he was going to silt her open from the belly to her throat! What was worse was the way her pussy was reacting. Sharon could feel the juices starting to ooze from her cunt, dribbling down her thighs, and undoubtedly dribbling down onto the knife. Billy had to be laughing at her, pushing that thing up into her cunt and watching as she rutted and twisted up against him. Sharon shook her head, gasping, trying to draw in more breath than the snugging double hood would let her.

"Oooooh."

He had turned the knife, placing the flat end along the full length of her juicing cunt-slit. Her pussy muscles contracted at the touch of the cold, cutting thing, forcing her cunt-lips shut and making them slit themselves on the steel. Sharon threw back her head, feeling the spicy, stinging feeling of the juice oozing into the tiny slits. Her cunt was actually milking at that vile intruder, cinching down on the thing.

And then it was gone! Sharon blew out a breath of air, feeling her body sag against the ropes. She was on the point of finally calming herself when the touch of that blade was against her, this time against her right nipple!

"Uh!"

She felt the tip poking against the light-pink flesh, moving her tit from side to side while keeping in contact with the sensitive, itching stiff nub. Sharon gasped, her body tensing as she felt the sharp tip cutting into her tit-tip. Every ounce of her concentration was focused on her nipple. The woman twisted her ass up against the pole once more, her ass-cheeks sliding up and down, piercing themselves on the small splinters. Sharon wanted to scream. But all she could do was stand there, afraid that the slightest move would push the blade through her flesh.

It was gone, sliding over her chest to her other tit. Sharon's cunt sucked in air, opening in an uncontrollable spasm as the knife traced the outline of her heavy tit. He was slicing the sharp end of the blade against her flesh, leaving a narrow white line in the skin. Sharon was gasping, feeling her brain reeling from the lack of oxygen as she waited for the hot, stabbing sensation that would signal her end.

There! The knife was pricking her nipple, poking it, threatening to cut into the red flesh. But Billy was still toying with her, bringing the knife back over her chest and back down to her cunt. Once more she felt the shocking chill of the cold steel against her hot, wet silt. And once again Sharon felt her cunt clamping down onto that horrid thing! Billy was rocking the thing back and forth, keeping the pointy end pressed against her clit. He was sucking on her pricked nipple now, biting her nipples while sawing the knife back and forth against her cunt-flesh. Sharon felt a hotter, intense heat radiating out from her crotch.

"Uhhhhh."

Her daughter! Diane was seeing all this, watching her reaction. She had to fight herself, had to fight Billy or she would never be able to face Diane again. But how could she do this?