Halloween in horror

CHAPTER SIX

Elaine was pulled on shaky legs toward the barrel. She couldn't believe how whorish she looked in the costume the boys had forced on her. She wished she could die, wished for anything that would deliver her from the madness of pain and disgrace to which the boys had delivered her.

Her tits had always stood out high and full on her chest, but never before had they looked like this. With the dress on, her mammoth tits were pushed all the way up almost to her collar-bones, pushed together until the cleavage between them seemed almost bottomless.

Elaine tried to shake her head, to fan the long black hair of the wig over her tits, but the boys just pushed the shining raven hair back over her shoulders. She tried to squeeze her arms together in front of her to hide the shameful exhibition of her bountiful tits, but that only made them stand up even higher and fuller than before. She wished she could bring her hands up over them, but the chains around her wrists kept her from lifting them high.

She didn't understand why the boys had chained her again after they had squeezed her voluptuous body into the small black dress. She was exhausted, broken both mentally and physically by the torture and rape and bondage. Still the boys had bound her, snapping huge iron cuffs on her wrists and ankles, then connecting all four cuffs to a length of heavy, steel chain.

Worst of all had been the terrible ball and chain the boys had invented. A second cuff circled Elaine's delicate left ankle, and another chain dragged behind her. Hooked at the end of the chain was an enormous pumpkin. The pumpkin weighed at least fifty pounds. The boys had drawn a face on it, but they hadn't carved it because they wanted its full weight dragging on their exhausted victim when she tried to move.

Elaine shuffled forward toward the barrel of piss, pushed and pulled and prodded by the mob of boys around her. Six boys had already stuck their cocks through the rubber sleeves in the sides of the barrel. As Elaine got closer to it, she could see that even the longest cock reached only to three or four inches below the surface of the placid yellow pool. She wanted to cry, but the tears wouldn't come. Something had short-circuited inside her. All she could feel was ashamed and exhausted.

And aroused.

Her cunt was burning like an open wound sprinkled with salt. Her clit was rippling because of the friction of her lush thighs rubbing together as she walked, making tingles of pleasure course up through her cunt and stomach and tits. It took every ounce of willpower just to keep putting one foot in front of the other.

"Here it is," Peter said with a deep bow as the boys finally pushed Elaine against the piss-filled barrel. "Let's see how good you are at games."

"Yeah!" Roger snarled, grabbing his voluptuous aunt by the back of her head. "Start sucking, you titsy old whore!"

He plunged her face into the stinking yellow piss with one powerful thrust of his arm, held her face beneath the surface until bubbles trailed up all around her head.

Elaine clamped her mouth tightly shut when a wave of burning piss flooded her mouth and throat. She gagged and choked. For a dazed instant she was sure Roger was going to kill her, drown her in a barrel full of waste. Then he pulled her out, and the mob of boys cheered at her pitiful gasping and coughing.

"Get to sucking!" Roger sneered, letting loose of her piss-drenched head. "Get your slutty mouth down there and start making some guys cum!"

Elaine cried, then she lowered her face into the pool of piss. She realized with a deadening feeling of despair that it would be almost impossible to suck the boys off under the surface. She would have to take breaks every couple of minutes, and every time she opened her mouth, her throat would be flooded with piss.

Her face brushed against a thrusting cockhead, and Elaine wiggled to one side until her lips were right over the upraised prick. She tried to slowly slide her lips over the cock, but even so, a mouthful of piss sprayed past the seal. She swallowed the filthy juice without gagging, then she was further humiliated by the way her pussy wriggled as the burning piss poured down to her stomach. She heard the boys hooting and cheering as she plunged down on the cock in her mouth. Then her ears were under piss and she couldn't hear anything at all.

The boy's cock tasted like piss, and Elaine's mouth was filled with the tangy flavor. Soon the taste of piss was almost gone, replaced by the salty flavor of fuck lube and the meaty, male flavor of hardened cock. Her cunt spasmed with excitement at the wonderful taste.

The image of what she must look like burned like a flaming brand into Elaine's mind. The boys had already stretched her on a rack and fucked every hole she had. Now she was draped in chains, dressed in a revealing, shameful costume, and crouched over a barrel of steaming golden piss.

She was a slave and a fucktoy now, and the boys could fuck and humiliate and hurt her in any way they wanted. She was sucking cock in a pond of piss, dressed in a whore's costume and playing the part to perfection. She couldn't imagine a worse defilement.

The shame didn't even slow the rise of excitement within her. Her cheeks hollowed as she suctioned in the cock between her lips. Her tongue whipped across the blooming head and down the sides of the powerful, pulsing cockshaft. Her lips formed an airtight seal around the root of the big prick, and her nose and chin were smashed against the rubber sleeve that kept piss from draining from the barrel. Her legs rubbed together, spreading pussy juice over her soft inner thighs while the chains rattled and clinked. Her cunt was squeezing so tight that she thought she would pass out from excitement. Her clit was like a tiny, burning coal, spreading heat through her busty, buxom frame.

Her lungs ached for air, but she was unwilling to pull her mouth away from the delicious cock. It tasted so wonderful, so meaty and salty and strong. And the cooling piss felt nice against her face, cool and wet and comforting. Her head was spinning from lack of oxygen, but it didn't seem to matter. The cock in her mouth and the burning in her cunt were a hundred times more important than breathing.

The barrel rocked, piss splashing over her shoulders and tits as the boy she was sucking tried to fuck his cock farther into her sweet suctioning mouth. He couldn't believe that a beautiful adult woman was letting them fuck her over like this. He especially couldn't believe that an older broad would be able to suck cock better than any young slut he had ever scored with. His balls were more swollen with cum than he could ever remember.

"Bitch!" he screamed, clamping his hands down over the sexy redhead's black wig. His stomach smashed into the unyielding wood of the barrel as he plunged Elaine's face even deeper into the piss. "I'm creaming, you sexy old cocksucker! I'm going to fucking drown you in jizz!"

Elaine choked again at the first throat-clogging burst of gooey cock slime. It was hard to swallow without breathing and her throat burned even worse than her lungs as she gulped down the gluey jism. She tried to keep up with the boy's spewing cock, but one blast followed another until white hot cum was drooling from her lips and nose. The sexy redhead choked helplessly. Her mouth opened and she sucked in a breath before she knew what she was doing. Suddenly she was drowning in piss and cum.

Waves of panic and pleasure exploded through Elaine's curvy body. She buckled, her legs going weak as waves of pleasure battered their way through her excited cunt. She gasped and choked, a river of piss filling her lungs as she tried to seal her lips tight around the spasming cock inside her mouth. The sexy redhead was torn between the instinctive need to breathe and the even deeper, more animal desire for orgasm. Finally she pulled her mouth off the boy's still-gushing cock, jerked her head out of the deep pool of piss. She fell to the floor and writhed like a fish just pulled from the ocean.

"Fuck me!" she shrieked, coughs wracking her squirming body. "Fuck me, you little bastards! Fuck me up my cunt! Fuck me up my ass! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

The boys laughed at her as she thrashed and trembled on the expensive carpet. Her face was glistening with piss, and trails of it trickled down from both corners of her lips. She could tell from their expressions that they enjoyed her torment, and she tried to reach her cunt with her hands, finger herself to climax. The idea of masturbating herself in front of the boys was demeaning, disgraceful, but she couldn't hold back any longer.

The boys had done something to her, broken her in some way that had set loose a rutting, cock-hungry slut. When the chains kept her hands from reaching her cunt, she howled in anguish.

"Get up and suck cock, Aunt Tits!" Peter ordered, yanking the sexy older woman to her feet by the chains. "You didn't do a very good job on Jerry. Just 'cause you've got big tits and a sexy ass doesn't mean you don't have to suck a mean cock."

"Fuck me!" Elaine pleaded, unable to stand the burning itch that was wriggling inside her. "Please someone fuck me!"

"Bob for cock, Aunt Elaine!" Peter growled, and plunged her head under.

Her lungs had barely cleared of piss. Now her mouth was filled with the stinking yellow fluid, more was shooting up her nose and stinging her eyes. A cock brushed wetly against her cheek and she plunged her face down over it before clamping her lips tightly shut.

A second cock pushed against her face as she sucked the first, and Elaine tried to rub her cheek over it. Her stomach felt bloated with piss and cum, but she swallowed a mouthful of the first and plied her tongue and lips over a throbbing cock to try to coax out more of the second.

Hands began to touch her voluptuous body, and Elaine shivered with desire. The boys gathered around her like a pack of hungry wolves, watching as she sucked cock. The sexy redhead almost passed out from the shocks of pleasure that burst through her curvy body. The boys' hands were everywhere.

Someone flipped up the back of her sexy black dress and an instant later hands were pinching and pulling on her lush, perfectly rounded asscheeks. Other hands pawed and probed her long, tapering legs. Boys were grabbing at her mammoth, upthrust tits, pinching her nipples through the cloth of the dress and dragging the huge, fleshy mounds back and forth. Boys pinched and tickled her sides and stomach.

The buxom redhead was ready to explode. All she needed was for one boy to touch her cunt or asshole. She knew that even the brush of a finger over the sore, swollen bud of her asshole would bring her off. A finger up her juice-drooling pussy would drive her out of her mind. But none of the boys were touching her there. They avoided her cunt and asshole as though to touch them would have meant death.

They were mauling every inch of her sexy body, but they wouldn't touch the one spot she needed to feel their hands.

Elaine pulled her mouth off the cock she was sucking and planted it around the one that had been dragging across her cheek. She got another mouthful of piss, but for some reason the taste wasn't so bad anymore. It was a horrid thing, but somehow the taste of piss in her mouth made her pussy burn even hotter, her clit throb even more wildly.

She switched back and forth between the two cocks, swallowing piss and sucking prick and squirming against the side of the rough wooden barrel.

Elaine pulled her head back out of the piss to grab a few quick breaths of air. She saw leering, lusting boys. She plunged her head back under before one of the boys did it for her. She had barely locked her lips around the first of the two cocks before the boy was filling her mouth with his cum.

An hour later, boys were still torturing her sexy, shapely body, taking turns sticking their cocks through the rubber sleeves. Elaine felt heavy with piss and faint from excitement, but no matter how much she begged, her nephews and the other boys wouldn't touch her pussy, wouldn't free her hands so she could touch herself. Her body was burning up, her tits stinging and swollen, her cunt drooling twin rivers of pussyjuice down her soft inner thighs.

Her body was alight with frustrated lust, and she was certain that unless they let her cum soon she was going to explode into flames.

"Please!" she screamed, bringing her head up from under the piss. Her pretty face glistened gold and piss trickled from the corners of her lips. "I've got to cum! You dirty, filthy, little bastards! You're the ones who did this to me! Now you've got to let me cum!"

One of the boys stepped forward to force her head back under, but Elaine turned on him, snarling and snapping her teeth. She was a wild animal, driven out of her mind by the degradation and pain. She stood upright, her bright blue eyes blazing with desperate need.

The boys gasped as they watched the busty, beautiful woman, awed by the intensity of her excitement.

"No more!" she shrieked, rubbing her thighs together and dipping her head to bite and lick at her upthrust tits. "No more! I need to cum so bad!"

Boys were laughing at her. Boys were calling her filthy names she had never even heard before. Boys were threatening her with terrible torture unless she returned to the barrel and the cock-sucking. The sex-crazed redhead didn't care.

"Please!" she cried, tears trickling down her piss-soaked face as she turned her pleas to Peter and Roger. "Please! Let me cum! Just a little, please? I'll do anything you want."

"I believe you would, Aunt Elaine," Roger said, walking toward her with a wide smile on his lips. "And that's a good first step. I think that maybe by the time the night's over you might figure out what you're made of."

"Yeah." Steve walked toward her now, holding something behind his back. "And I think we ought to give you some kind of prize for trying so hard."

"Something special," Peter added. "You're a bitch and a witch, Aunt Tits. That's why we've got you dressed up in such a witchy costume. And you know what witches ride, don't you?"

Elaine screamed when Steve brought broom out from behind his back. She screamed again when her three terrible nephews moved toward her. But she didn't even try to get away. The broom would hurt her. It might even kill her. But she had to cum.