Halloween in horror

CHAPTER FIVE

"Hurts…" Elaine whimpered, letting the cock she was sucking slip from her mouth and drag across her flushed, slimy cheek. "Hurts so bad! Oh no… please, please no… yes… I'm cumming again!"

Four hours had passed since her nephews had turned her over to their friends. Elaine had sucked the cum out of twenty-nine cocks. Her cunt had been battered by twenty-one different cocks and her asshole speared by fifteen more.

Her lips and tongue were numb now, and her cunt and asshole felt like so much ground hamburger. She knew the exact count because Roger and Peter tightened the crank a quarter turn for every boy who spilled his cum inside her. Elaine was sure that she'd sunk into the deepest pit of hell.

She could barely move, her body beaten into submission and pulled so tightly against the table that the slightest wiggle sent shockwaves of pain rumbling from her wrists down to her ankles. Still the boys made her arch her hips up to meet their punishing fuck-thrusts. Her lush ass gleamed white from the cock cream and cunt juice that had dribbled from her pussy and shitter. Her whole crotch was a swampy mess, her cunt and asshole so wet that even the boys with the biggest cocks could slide their pricks home without any trouble.

Her face was almost unrecognizable beneath the varnish of cum the boys had squirted over her. Her bright red hair was streaked with silver, her cheeks and chin and nose and lips all glossed over with a thick coat of fuck slime. Elaine had swallowed quarts of jism, but even more had bubbled from her mouth. A lot of the boys had pulled their cocks out of her mouth as they erupted, pouring even more fuck filth over her pretty face.

Elaine was beyond exhaustion, almost beyond feeling anything at all. The boys had fucked away the last shreds of defiance and self-respect she had. She didn't think she would ever recover from the brutal fucking the boys had given her. And the worst part of all was that she had climaxed with them.

She was cumming constantly now, one orgasm slithering wetly into the next, but her pleasure no longer banished the pain. She was cumming through the agony now, climaxing over the pain that tore through her stretched-out body and fucked-out sex holes.

Elaine didn't think she could survive much more. Through the living room window, she could see the light fading from the sky. It was almost night and half the boys were still waiting to use her body for the first time. Almost all of the boys who had already fucked her were sporting brand-new erections.

"Bitch!" the boy fucking her screamed. Elaine wasn't even sure if he was in her ass or cunt. "You're making me cum, you dirty whore! You're making me shoot my load!"

Elaine felt his burning cum hosing deep inside her and realized that he had been fucking her ass. His hot jism sizzled in her tattered shitter, made her squirm her hips against the splintery wood in a frenzy of pain and lust.

As soon as he pulled back, another boy threw himself between her legs. He stabbed his cock into Elaine's ravaged cunt and dug his strong fingers into her aching thighs.

Roger tightened the rack another quarter turn as the new boy mounted his aunt. He glanced around the room and figured that about half the guys had gotten a shot at his rich bitch aunt. He was almost tired of this game, and he wondered if Peter had the tub ready yet. He hoped so because he was ready for a new game.

"Please…" Elaine moaned, looked toward her evil nephew. She felt the cock on her face pulse and knew the boy was about to cum. "Roger… I can't take anymore! Please baby… please, I've had enough! Oh no… oh fuck… you bastards! You dirty bastards! I'm cumming again you little shits… oh please, why do I keep cumming?"

"Because you're a slut, Aunt Elaine," Roger said. He grinned as the boy sliding his cock on her face shut her up by stuffing his cock in her mouth and blasting a thick wad of jism between her slime-plastered lips. "Dad's been telling us what a slut you are. We just figured it was time you used those slutty skills on some guys who didn't own a company you wanted some stock in."

Roger glanced back over his shoulder, hoping that Peter had things about ready. He could tell by the way the muscles in his aunt's arms and legs and sides were standing up that she was stretched about as far as she would go.

Another boy leaped on top of the table and shoved his cock between Elaine's cum-crusted lips, but Roger didn't dare tighten up the rack any farther. The guy fucking her cunt screamed like an animal and creamed her already messy cunt. He leaned down and clamped his teeth right over the proud swell of Elaine's right tit, grinding his jaws together until the beautiful redhead squirmed beneath him.

"Not a slut…" she moaned, looking over at Roger with lust-glazed eyes, her elegant face drawn into a mask of pain. The boy she was sucking groaned and swamped her mouth with his jism, and she kept mumbling through the bath of cum, blowing bubbles in the milky slime. "Not a slut… please, Roger… I'm so tired… I hurt so bad…"

Steve ran up with a box in his hands. It held Aunt Elaine's Halloween costume.

Roger stepped forward.

"Time out!" he yelled, ignoring the groans of the boys who had yet to get a shot at the sexy woman. "Somebody get a couple buckets of water and throw it over her. We need to clean her up and get her costume on. I mean really, you stupid fucks, everybody else has a costume, doesn't my Aunt Tits deserve one too?"

"She's got a good enough costume on already," a boy in a werewolf costume said sadly, but he backed away with the others.

Elaine looked around groggily, unable to understand why no one was fucking her or making her suck cock. All around her, she saw strangely costumed boys and hard cocks of all shapes and sizes, but for some reason none of them were being shoved inside her helpless body.

She groaned with disappointment and was shocked at the throaty, sexy sound of her voice. Her cunt and clit were buzzing, and it shamed her further to realize that she missed the hard cocks plowing into her tortured body.

She screamed when the first bucket of cold water splashed over her body. Gooseflesh rose over her ivory skin as the cold made her shiver. The second bucket hit her like a hard blow to the body, but the cold stung her numbed cunt and asshole back to life and she shuddered through a tiny, painful orgasm. Cock cream and dried wax washed from her body, and the candles that were still lodged atop her tits and in the pit of her navel were first extinguished and then knocked aside.

Another wave of freezing water hit her, and she almost passed out from the shivery sensations.

Roger spun the crank, loosening the chains. As her arms and legs were freed, she tried to draw herself up into a tight little ball, and she cried in despair when she realized that she was too hurt and exhausted to move her body. The muscles in her arms and legs were stretched beyond endurance. She was too weak and injured to even pull her arms down from over her head.

Roger stared at his aunt. She was shivering, her teeth clicking together, and her body was covered with gooseflesh. He almost came at the sight of her huge, firm tits. Cleaned of wax and cum, her tits were flawless, her pink nipples sticking up like pencil erasers. He unsnapped the cuffs from around her wrists and ankles and watched her tremble some more. Then he nodded for some boys to pull her off the rack.

The sexy, tortured redhead couldn't stand on her own. Boys grabbed her arms and legs and tits and held her while Roger laid out her costume on the table.

Elaine cried when she saw it, more humbled by what they were going to make her wear than by all the grubby teenage hands that were pawing her tender flesh.

There was a jet-black dress, slit on both sides all the way to her waist. The arms were sliced into ragged tatters just below the elbows. But the worst part of the shameful dress was the half-cup bra that was sewn into it. The bra was made of a metallic-like material, and it was far too small for her luxuriant tits. She knew that it would squeeze her tits together, push them up, spill them out almost over the top of the dress. The dress looked like a witch's dress and a whore's dress, but it was the least degrading part of the costume.

There were two studded leather bracelets on the rack, and a bottle of black fingernail polish. There was also a tube of bright-red lipstick molded into the shape of a cock. There were jet-black garters and dark hose and six-inch black spike heels. It was a slut's costume, a whore's costume, but not even that was the worst of what Roger had set out for her. The worst was a long black wig.

"Here we are," Peter said from the door, and Elaine turned her head slowly to look at him. He was wheeling something into the room. "I want to thank all of you guys who helped me fill up the barrel, and everybody who hasn't had a shot at Big Tits needs to get in line. We're about to play the most popular Halloween game there is."

"It's a kid's game," Steve said with a mischievous smile. "But Peter kind of updated it."

"Get her dressed," Peter said, nodding toward his aunt. He guided the barrel into the center of the room and then stepped back away from it. "The original game was called bobbing for apples. You fill a barrel with water, toss in a bunch of stupid apples, and everybody tries to bite one out. Big deal. In our version we fill the barrel with piss. See these little cuffs at the side? You stick your cocks through these rubber sheaths and they stick up in the piss in the barrel. That way none of the piss can get back out. But our way, only one person does the bobbing, and that's the trampy bitch with the great big tits."

"Bobbing for cocks!" one of the boys said in wonder. He ran to the barrel. "I get first dibs!"

"Six guys can stick their cocks in at once," Peter explained, walking toward his helpless, beautiful aunt. "Now how about you get into your costume, bitch? It's time for the real fun to get started."

Elaine dropped her head but she didn't cry anymore. There was no point in crying. The boys had barely started on her and she was already fucked almost to death. Halloween night had barely begun.