Halloween in horror

CHAPTER FOUR

Elaine groaned with despair as she hunched her hips off the table and kept her lips tightly sealed around the candle she was holding in her mouth. The pain of flipping up her hips was more intense than she would have believed possible. With her arms and legs so cruelly spread, her body stretched almost to the breaking point, every buck and hitch sent waves of tearing agony through her.

The boys were watching her with cruel, lusting eyes as she squirmed. Most of them had stopped dripping hot wax on her and were just watching her performance. The buxom redhead burned with shame as she realized what a lewd spectacle she was putting on, but she didn't stop. Roger was still holding his candle, and she knew that the moment she stopped wriggling he would plunge that terrible flame against her tender flesh.

Her voluptuous body glistened with sweat as she squirmed for the boys. Her lips were painted black with the hot wax that had dripped down the candle, and when Peter plucked it from her mouth it looked as though she had on jet-black lipstick. Burning wax trickled down from the candle she held clenched in the lips of her cunt, burning the tender pink flesh of her pussy lips. The pain was horrible, but Elaine knew that it was nothing compared to what the open flame of Roger's candle would feel like.

As she fucked the burning candle, squeezing her pussy tight to the waxy stalk, she felt a tingling through her stomach. Horror exploded through her as she recognized that feeling as pleasure. She jerked her hips up and down above the table, trying to drive the feeling away, but her frenzied movement only fanned it to greater life.

Elaine moaned in misery as more hot wax slithered inside her heating cunt, as the candle slipped farther inside her. She was getting wet and her clit had started to become erect. She couldn't believe that she was getting hot in midst of this terrible nightmare.

"Look at the bitch move," a boy in a cowboy outfit said. "It's like she really loves it!"

"She does," Roger answered. He was toying with his beautiful, squirming aunt, dipping down his candle to burn away her wispy red cunt hair. She cringed and shuddered with ever crackle of the flame against her. "She's the kind of slut who's waited her whole life for somebody to slap her down and fuck her raw. Once gets into it, she's going to be begging us to fuck her scummy little cunt and asshole and torture those jumbo titties."

Elaine wanted to scream, call him a liar and beg the other boys to free her, but suddenly Peter had slid up on the rack atop her. He flopped his huge, hard cock down across her cheek, then pulled open her wax-stained mouth and stuffed his cock inside.

Elaine gagged on the thick roll of cock flesh but she went right to work sucking it. She clamped the waxy lips tight around the big stalk of flesh and hollowed her cheeks as she sucked him.

Her ass bucked off the table as she lathered her tongue over Peter's hot, huge cock. Cunt cream dribbled from her pussylips, making her crotch glisten in the wavering light of the candles. The boys gathered more closely around her, some grabbing at her sleek, curvy body, others holding onto their cocks and watching her suck prick and fuck a candle. Elaine's firm, lush thighs trembled. Her asscheeks flexed as her cunt clenched tight on the candle. Somehow her body was betraying her, getting turned on by the pain and degradation, and despite the shame that filled her mind, Elaine couldn't stop it.

Roger turned the crank again, and Elaine screamed in agony around her mouthful of throbbing cock. Her arms and legs felt as though they were being ripped out of their sockets. Her sexy ass slammed back against the rough wood of the table, and she writhed as a lava flow of pain coursed through her body.

"Get that ass in the air!" Roger barked, bringing his candle down to singe more of Elaine's silky red cunt-fur.

"Shit!" a boy in an astronaut's costume said. "She'll never get her ass off that table now."

Her body was stretched to the breaking point. Even breathing had become an agony, and the pressure of Peter's ankles where they rested across her shoulders made the muscles in her arms ache with pain. But Elaine could smell her burned cunt hair and feel the heat of the candle just an inch away from her vulnerable cuntflesh. She gritted her teeth and lifted her ass into the air.

The pain was incredible. She could feel a tearing sensation in her legs and arms and shoulders, but she didn't let the pain stop her. She strained against the cuffs and chains, lifted her shuddering, shapely ass inches above the table. Then she went back to fucking the candle.

"Oh fuck!" a boy in a sailor outfit gasped. "I don't believe this shit! You guys were right, she's made for this kind of shit! Oh wow!"

Elaine knew she had excited the whole huge mob of teenagers into a state of lust.

Roger stepped back, wanting a full view of his sexy, bitchy aunt in action. He'd never seen anything as hot as what she was doing. Her body was so perfect, her tits huge and her waist small and her ass firm and shaped just right. Now she was stretched out so far on the rack that her body looked even better, her legs longer, her waist narrower, her tits spread out like two soft, giant pillows. And the way she was moving was so sexy.

Her legs were quivering, her thighs shaking with strain as the muscles stood out like rubber bands about to be snapped to pieces. Her ass looked so perfect, and her pussylips were pinching around the candle as though they wanted to draw the stick of wax all the way inside.

Elaine groaned with agony and shame, but she didn't stop running her tongue and lips over Peter's huge, dripping cock. She sucked down his fuck-lube like it was a sweet nectar, flicked her tongue over his dirty cock as though it were the most delicious morsel she'd ever been offered. His hairy, sweaty balls draped over her chin and his hard belly slapped her forehead with every downward thrust of his cock into her throat, but she didn't even mind that.

Spasms of pure lust flashed through her squirming body, crashing against the waves of pain that already flowed through her. She bucked and twisted; she had to escape the rack, escape the boys, escape the unwanted pleasure that had somehow slithered its way inside her!

She cried as she sucked Peter's cock and fucked the candle, unable to stop the awful, wonderful pulse of excitement.

Boys were touching her body now, dozens of them, poking and probing and pinching her sexy, captive frame. They poked fingers into the crack of her ass and pinched her soft, shuddering asscheeks. They squeezed and petted her thighs and calves. They traced fingers across her quivering stomach, scratched her creamy flanks.

They mauled her tits, careful not to knock off the candles that sat atop her nipples. They pinched her cruelly stretched arms and circled her slender throat with their fingers. They petted and slapped her face and pulled at her hair. Their hands were everywhere, giving her pleasure and pain in a constantly changing, unpredictable mix that was driving her wild.

"Take it, Aunt Tits!" Peter groaned, fucking his cock into Elaine's throat until the bulging head seemed to be lodged between her tits. "Suck on this jism, you bitchy old whore! Drink it down like milk!"

Elaine burned with humiliation, but for some reason she was also excited by the horrible names he called her. A moment later his cum was burning her contracting throat, making her choke and splutter.

Elaine gurgled wetly around the fountaining cock as he plunged it in and out of her throat. She tried to swallow as much of his jism as she could, but soon white lines of fuck juice were trailing down her cheeks from the corners of her mouth. Her hips were bucking high off the table, her cunt clenching tight with pleasure around the waxy stalk of the candle.

Quickly Roger whirled the crank around three full turns.

Elaine shrieked, her ass pulled down on the wood with an impact that drove the air from her lungs. Agony ripped through her arms and legs in unbearable waves. She twisted desperately, but every movement made the pain ten times worse.

Peter pulled his still-spurting cock from her lips and sprayed her gasping, pain-drenched face with the last of his jism.

"You lazy fucking bitch!" Roger screamed. He yanked the candle from her wet, clasping cunt and threw it across the room. "I told you to move your fucking lazy ass, you old whore! You better fucking move it now!"

Roger threw himself down on top of the shivering, pain-wracked beauty. He slammed his cock inside her, driving his long prick to the hilt up her burning cunt with one fierce lunge. Her body scooted up on the rack with the force of her nephew's fucking. Peter slapped her face with his cock at the same time, dribbling the last of his cock cream into her blinking eyes. When he pulled off, another boy, one wearing a vampire costume, climbed up in his place.

Elaine had a climax.

It was so savage, so unexpected, that she screamed. Her body shuddered, her hips lifted to meet the savage plunge of her nephew's cock. She slurped the cock into her mouth eagerly, her eyes shining with pain and humiliation and lust. She thought that she might be losing her mind, but it also occurred to her that this might be the only way to survive the terrible gang-bang her nephews had planned for her. Her cunt clenched like a powerful fist around Roger's rampaging prick. He moaned with pleasure at the spongy embrace of her pussy, fucking her more brutality as he sensed her excitement. Boys ringed her head, slapping her face with their wet cocks as she sucked the boy in the vampire costume. One of them came, splattering her face with gooey cock cream. It felt hot and slimy against her skin, and Elaine loved it.

Her asscheeks shuddered as she moved her body up off the table to meet the brutal stabs of her nephew's cock. She gasped for air around the cock she was sucking, gasped too with the pain and lust that were warring inside her captive body. Every movement she made caused spears of white-hot agony to flash through her straining, sweaty, sexy frame. Every bruising lunge of Roger's cock made her cunt quiver with passion.

Elaine felt delirious, though she was no longer sure if it was pain or pleasure that had driven her over the edge.

"You titsy whore!" Roger screamed, ramming his cock into her cunt. "You sexy old bitch! I'm cumming, Aunt Elaine! I'm cumming, you lousy jizzbag!"

Peter grinned and turned the crank another cycle as his brother spurted his cum deep inside their sexy aunt's pussy. The beautiful redhead writhed insanely as the chains pulled her tighter to the table, as burning hot jism filled her pussy. The boy in the vampire costume was cumming too, filling her mouth and throat and stomach with fuck juice. Another of the boys beating off against her face came with him, striping her cheeks and nose with gummy trails of cock slime.

Elaine wailed, her mind exploding with pain and ecstasy. She felt the muscles in her arms and sides and legs tearing under the horrible stretch of the rack. She choked and swallowed jism while more coated her beautiful, elegant face. And her cunt was spasming around a fucking cock while even more fuck-juice filled her pussy with fire. She banged her head against the table, squirmed against the chains that locked her tightly in place.

"Okay," Roger said, pulling his cock from her squirming pussy, rubbing a filthy mix of jism and pussyjuice across her shuddering white thigh. "Come and get her, guys! She's a hot fucking old cow! I hope you guys are up to putting out the fire."

The doorbell rang again, and Peter groaned. "If they're not, don't worry. Sounds like help is on the way."

A boy fell between her legs and another straddled her slime-smeared face, and Elaine wondered deliriously just how many it would take before she stopped cumming.