Aunt Sharon enslaved

CHAPTER NINE

Sharon's cunt-lips were on fire. The constant rush of her cunt-juice across and into the tiny cuts was like salt rubbed into wounds. Her head throbbed with the lack of oxygen, while she kept wondering about the knife toying with her cunt. Was her nephew going to hurt her with that thing? Was he going to stab her in front of her daughter?

The fiery stinging in her cunt-lips and the terror of his blade sent her excitement higher.

Billy bit down hard onto her right nipple now, fucking her with his fingers while stabbing her shitter still with his knife. The knife was back to her cunt now, poking into the puffy outer edges of her cunt-lips, then back into her asscheeks. He seemed to be all over her with that dreadful blade. She screamed and yammered, unsure of where the next cutting blow would come, suspended in that soundless world where her own voice was nothing more than a vibration through her body. She could only feel the oily, slippery sweat rolling down her thighs, mixing with her cunt-juice. The thought of getting fucked by Billy while he tormented her like this flashed through her mind again and again until it became a grand obsession.

She couldn't hold herself back from the idea. Her daughter faded from her thoughts as she thought of the handsome stud, of the way he had fucked her before! Sharon knew she had to have him one way or another. If he wanted to torment her this way, then very well, he could! But he had to fuck her. He just had to!

The knife, was gone once more. Sharon held her breath, waiting for another cutting blow, another kick, some other point of terror. But there was nothing. Instead, she felt Billy's fingers once more round her bonds. But this time he was unfastening them, loosening the ropes lint around her waist, then moving down to her ankles. Instinctively Sharon stumbled forward, jerking her hands up, trying to pull off the hoods clinging to her head. Billy was holding her, pushing her forward, purposely banging her into things as he wheeled her around and around.

"Oh?"

Sharon had stumbled onto another human, another woman. It was Diane. She felt her daughter's tits pressing against hers while she pushed away, horrified at what she was feeling. There! Billy had pulled the top off. Sharon sank to her knees, her hands once more jerking up. Her fingers curled around the soft, skintight, latex hood, pulling it hard from around her chin, then up off her cheeks. With a tearing sound, she finally pulled the thing from her skull.

Sharon blinked, the light making her eyes hurt from having been confined for so long. Looking up, she saw her daughter still roped to the column, tears rolling down her cheeks. Sharon knew Diane was indeed horrified at her mother's reaction to what had happened. Sharon gasped, shaking her head from side to side. How could this have happened?

"Up!"

She staggered, her cunt still throbbing, juice oozing from her cunt-slit and trickling down her ridged, inner thighs. Sharon couldn't do a thing about the sexual heat. She still thought of Billy fucking her. She still wanted to have him topping her, squirming over her body while he stuck his prick into her. Sharon couldn't help the sexual feelings rushing through her head.

"No, no!"

She looked back over one shoulder at her daughter. Diane was watching them silently, her lips working over one another, tears of shame and agony rolling down her cheeks. Sharon wanted to run to her daughter. But Billy was pushing down on her shoulders, forcing her to sit on two small benches pushed end to end.

How she burned for him even now! But he was going to play more games, she thought. He had shoved the blade back into its brown leather sheath hanging from his belt. They were in another part of the barn now – a small partitioned area like a horse's stall. There were iron rings in the walls, rings that made Sharon shiver with an increasing heat. The more he did to her, the more she wanted. Again and again Sharon's blue eyes dropped to Billy's crotch in spite of her wish not to rut in front of her daughter. Billy knew her ordeal and enjoyed every second of it.

"Lie down, bitch! Lie down."

Billy pulled her down, her shoulders uncomfortably on the bench while her ass flattened against the edge. Sharon trembled in heat, every touch making her cunt wink shut on thin air. There was no more room for anything but lust in her mind. She lay there, hoping he would jump on her and drive his cock into her until she screamed like a cat in heat.

"Yeah, nice, real nice."

He pulled her arms back, keeping the wrists against the legs of the stool where thin leather straps locked them in place. Sharon closed her eyes, a pulse leaping at her throat as she rubbed her shoulder blades against the bench. He would strap her helpless there and in front of her daughter, rape her!

She loved the cutting feeling of the straps now, the sensation of pressure keeping her still while the big stud lumbered over her, his cock only inches from her hot, throbbing cunt.

Sharon sucked in lungfuls of air, keeping her head up, blinking her eyes clear, waiting for the first touch of his cock.

Next a leather strap cinched tightly around her small waist, buckled tightly to the center of the bench. It was almost the same as being roped to the column. But this was far more sensual. She was on her back, hot and wet, her curt running with juice. The cinching bite of the leather keeping her body immobile only added to the lust burning through the woman's mind. At times even her daughter's cries from behind added to the delight biting at her clit.

"Oh!"

Billy took her right leg, bringing it up and spreading it from her other. She could feel her cunt-lips peeling stickily apart, the tiny muscles shivering itchily against one another. Sharon loved that sensation, moaned as he slipped a brown leather anklet around her left ankle. Billy attached the anklet to a ring in the wall, buckling it tightly, then moving to her other leg. Sharon felt her other leg rise and spread, her cunt now completely exposed, both legs bolted to the rings in the wall. Yes, yes, he was going to fuck her now. Even as she lay there, feeling him finishing the buckling of her ankles, Sharon knew he was going to ram his fat cock into her, making her the happiest woman on earth!

"Ahhh!"

She arched her spine, digging her shoulder blinks into the bench behind her, feeling her body roped and split almost in two by the thongs. She loved the stretched sensation plaguing her cunt-lips, readying her for a rape. Diane cried out behind her. But Sharon couldn't hear or understand the individual words. Her was rushing through her brain, making her deaf to everything but Billy's increasingly heavy breathing.

"Now…"

Billy was opening his Levi's. Sharon raised her head from the bench, working her body against the sweaty leather, feeling her chest lighten so much she could hardly draw a breath. Her eyes widened, her jaw slackening as she saw his cock thrusting from his Levi's. He was between her stretched legs now, his thumb rolling over the fat head, his knees wide apart while his jeans fell down to the tops of his boots.

Sharon threw her head back, rolling it from side to side while her body trembled in heat. Any second. Any moment and she would feel him fucking her! She wept with arousal, her cunt muscles shivering and twitching. "Oh!"

But what Sharon felt next wasn't her nephew's cock slipping into her winking cunt. She felt something very warm and wet spattering over her tits. Opening her eyes, she looked up with shock, seeing an arching yellowish spray gushing from the slit in Billy's cock-head. He was pissing on her! It took several seconds for the woman to recover from her shock, feeling the oily urine spattering against her belly, then ooze down her thighs.

She screamed, angrily shouting out her frustration and disappointment and rage. Billy only laughed at the way her body thrashed against the stretching thongs. Bringing the stream down, he urinated on her cunt, the hot piss stinging against her clit. Sharon dug her fingernails into her sweaty palms as she felt orgasm after orgasm bite into her cunt. Even the disgusting piss was bringing her off. Her tits rolled and slapped together while her belly shivered and tensed, the muscles cramping until she screamed from the painful pressure.

Billy still moved the steady yellow stream up over her tits, spattering her chin with the tops spraying her face. Sharon closed her lips just in time. Billy was pissing on her face, the urine greasing her eyelids. Sharon felt the bile rising in her throat while her pussy still spumed with delight.

"Uhh! Uhhhhhh!"

The dreadful stink spread. Sharon thought she was rutting in an open sewer, the plus spraying over her face, then spattering back down around her cunt. She was a prisoner, a willing prisoner doing this sort of thing, even loving it if only he would fuck her in the end.

"Yeah, yeah, a fuckin' piss-hole. That's all you and that fuckin' slut are," Billy said, the twisting yellow stream starting to soak her.

"Noooo!"

Sharon whipped her hips from side to side, throwing her head back. She was cumming again, feeling the biting throb of a climax burning through her cunt just as Billy went dry. He shook his prick, a final few droplets spattering over her chin. At least, she thought, she had managed to keep him from pining in her mouth! The sour-tasting urine trickled over her lips. Sharon turned ha head and spat out, shaking the urine from her face.

"Awful!" she cried, tears welling up in her eyes. But were they teats of shame or frustration? She didn't know. Lying like this, her body strapped to the stool, all Sharon could think of now was fucking and how she had been cheated of it again!