Rape a virgin aunt

CHAPTER EIGHT

Mark was the first one to take a wire from Tony, being careful not to touch the exposed metal tip. Even through the rubber insulation he could feel the pulse of electricity massaging the tips of his fingers.

"Tony, are you sure this isn't too much?" He looked over at his brother, who was handing a wire to one of his buddies. "We don't want to kill the sexy old whore. Especially when we haven't had a chance to share her with our friends."

"I think it'll be okay," Tony said with a mischievous grin. "As long as we don't all shock her at once. If she goes into convulsions or something, I guess we can stop."

"Fuck," Wayne said with a thin, evil grin. "Aunt Donna's already having convulsions."

It was the truth. Mark looked down at the sleek body of his aunt, watching with pleasure as she writhed and trembled with lust. She had the body of a young cheerleader and the face of a movie star, and just looking at her made Mark's cock throb with lust. "Fuck?" she whimpered in a broken voice. Pussyeam rolled down her qulvering cunt-lips in fat, juicy globs. "Cock? So many pretty cocks! Please stick some inside the whore!"

Donna's svelte body bucked and twisted against the tightly drawn chains. The sleek muscles in her arms and legs bunched with effort, and her flat little stomach was taut with strain. Sweat glistened in a sparkling sheen on her flawless skin. She looked like a jism dumping ground, and she was criss-crossed with welts and stained with piss, but she was still exquisitely beautiful. She was aiso out of her mind with lust.

Mark wanted to drive her a little crazier. He touched the wire to her cunt.

Donna squealed in pain, her hips bucking insanely under the electric touch of the wire. Fire crawled through her nervous system, filling her with a pain that felt like it might go on forever.

Her hips whipped up and down and from side to side in a maddened frenzy of desperate motion. The muscles in her long, lean legs stood out like steel cords beneath her velvety skin. Her eyes rolled back in her head and saliva drooled from both corners of her mouth. She couldn't seem to catch her breath, and her chest heaved as she gasped desperately for air.

"Shit," Tony said, watching the electricity course through his aunt's long, sleek body. "We better get her out of those fucking chains before we start letting her have it."

"Shit, she ain't going nowhere," the boy said, and bent down to do as Tony ordered. Donna hit the gravel still squirming, the pain of her impact nothing compared to the fiery anguish that was burning its way through her body. She looked up and all she could see were cruelly smiling boys holding lengths of wire.

"Look at that," Wayne said with a laugh. "I didn't think the old bitch had any fight left in her."

Donna pushed herself to her feet, feeling strangely naked with no chains holding her body. She staggered in the midst of the crowd of lusting boys, too dazed to know what direction she should walk, too weak to do more than weave drunkenly back and forth. Bolts of agony were shooting down her long, tapered legs. Her thighs no longer seemed to connect to her body quite right, and her cunt and asshole felt as though they were a foot wide and completely hollow.

"Not this!" she sighed, trying to muster the last shards of her shattered dignity. "You can all fuck me! You can fuck me to death for all I care, but not this! I'm not some kind of torture doll!"

"That's just what you are, Donna," Mark said, stepping in as if to embrace her. Instead he pressed the tip of his wire against her stiff right nipple. "A torture doll and a fuck doll and a toilet doll and anything else that turns us on. You're our slave, you dumb old cunt! If we want to cook you up and eat you for dinner you couldn't do a fucking thing about it!"

Donna barely heard what Mark said, but she understood all she had to. Her nerves caught fire under the burning scratch of the wire, the flames making her nipple pulse like an electrical transformer and the rounded mound of her tit vibrate with pain.

Then another boy plunged his wire against the rounded curve of her right asscheek, and Donna didn't know anything anymore.

She lost her balance, but she didn't fall. Instead she danced drunkenly in the midst of the crowd of boys, bouncing with the bursts of electricity that were sizzling through her sexy frame.

Wires touched her everywhere. They touched the silky triangle of Donna's cunt-hair and the trembling softness of her thighs. Wires scraped her jiggling tits and slender arms and soft, quivering stomach. A boy touched his wire to her full lower lip, and another stuck his against her ear. A boy stuck his wire between the tensed cheeks of her ass, and as the electricity sizzled into her through the tender inner flesh, Donna leapt a foot in the air.

Wayne was the first boy to touch his wire to the fragile lips of Donna's cunt. He caught the inner fold and then drove the wire relentlessly into the soft, pink flesh.

Her cunt-lips looked as if they were moving at light speed as they flapped desperately around the wire. Her pussy-cream poured out of her as though somebody had flushed a toilet inside her, bathing her thighs and Wayne's hand with a quart of sticky wetness.

The pain was more awful than anything the boys had yet done to her. It was as though she had been submerged in a pool of agony. Her hair stood up on end and gooseflesh swept across her creamy skin in waves of sensation.

"Dance, you dirty whore!" Wayne shouted, plunging his wire deeper inside her clasping, drooling cunt. "Shake that sexy ass! Make those tits bounce, you piss-drinking cow!"

Donna was jerking and shaking. Her head rolled on her shoulders, her long blonde hair trailing down her back. The muscles in her arms and legs quaked, pushing her body first in one direction and then another. Her hips bucked and jittered, her asscheeks flexing and her tiny stomach heaving. Spit drooled down her chin and her eyes were glazed and deadened. She looked like some kind of unearthly sex fiend, a seductive vampire ready to seize her prey.

She was the prey, though, and the boys who surrounded her were more turned on than ever watching the lewd spectacle of her sexy body's contortions. A boy touched a wire to the tip of Donna's nose and pain enveloped her head. As she screamed, another boy planted the end of his wire on her wet, pink tongue, and Donna's head jerked up and down. Then Mark plunged his wire right up against the pink, winking bud of her ashsole, and like some tall, sexy oak felled by a lumberman's ax, Donna tumbled. Donna hit the gravel hard, her tits and face all pounding deep into the gravel. Mark followed her down with his wire, actually managing to drive it a few inches up her clasping shitter.

Donna's asshole went completely lax as Mark fed it the punishing electricity, and she let several loud, long farts. The boys laughed at her, jabbing her harder with their wires. They laughed even louder when Donna shit all over herself, staining her creamy thighs with filthy waste.

The boys flipped her over, rolling her lush ass in the pile of shit she had just dropped. Wayne stuck at her cunt again as soon as Donna rolled over on her back, and this time he stabbed his wire right against her twitching little clit. Donna's hips shot a foot into the air.

Mark stuck his wire into her cunt, too, spearing her clit right next to where Wayne had hit her. Other boys shoved their wires at her fluttering cunt-lips and into the jerking muscles that traced her velvety inner thighs. Squads of boys stabbed their wires against her silky, heaving tits. Wires touched on her throbbing nipples and scraped along her plush, trembling tit-mounds.

A boy stabbed his wire into the tiny cup of her navel. Boys scraped their wires over the backs of her knees and into her armpits and over every other sensitive spot on her shattered, captive body. Wires pushed inside her quivering nostrils and traced her trembling lips and rested in her palms and on the soles of her feet. Everywhere the boys touched her with their tiny wires liquid fire poured through her, and Donna felt the world slipping away.

Without warning piss arched up out of her cunt to splatter the gravel between her kicking legs. Boys shouted and cursed as they were splashed with her piss, but no one gave up his position to avoid being splattered.

Boys laughed and called Donna filthy names, but the shame of having shit and pissed all over herself was nothing compared to the pain the boys were inflicting on her. Convulsions wracked her sinuous, sensual body. Her arms and legs trembled and jerked like the limbs of a puppet whose strings have been cut. Her ass whipped back and forth a foot off the ground in a maddened effort to escape the streams of electricity the boys were feeding her cunt and asshole. Her head jerked madly from one side to the other, her blonde hair flying about her face, her eyes glazed, her teeth chattering.

Spasms wracked her long, lean abdomen, causing the muscles in her stomach to roll and quake like a belly dancer's. Every part of her body was alive with pain-filled movement, but nothing she did could free her from the agony the boys were dealing her.

"Piss on us, bitch!" a boy growled, standing up over her and unzipping his pants. "Whores don't piss, they get pissed on!"

The boy pissed all over the flat, shuddering plain of Donna's stomach, and while the stinking yellow juice was still pouring over her sucked-in tummy another boy touched his wire to the puddled piss. Donna shrieked, her body heaving and jumping as the piss helped conduct the electricity. She hadn't thought it could get any worse, but somehow the boys had found a way to torment her even more.

Tony watched his aunt, proud of what he'd managed and wondering how much more she could take. She looked as though she was possessed, her eyes rolling in her head and her lean, sexy body pitching and surging with the flow of electricty through her.

"Watch out if you piss on her!" one of the boys shouted. "The electricity could travel back up the stream and shock the shit out of your cock!"

"That's a chance I'll fucking take!" another boy yelled, and squatted so he could soak the blonde's face with his piss. Mark grinned viciously as he stabbed his sexy aunt's clit with his wire. Her pussy-lips fluttered in pathetic defense of her cunt, and her clit wriggled like a worm on a hook in a futile attempt to escape the horrible buzzing jolts of electricity it was being fed.

Donna's cunt poured pussy-cream in a pitiful attempt to save her precious little cunt from torture.

"Give me those!" he shouted, grabbing wires from a dozen other boys. He never took his eyes off his squirming, sweat soaked aunt as he gathered them up in one hand. "Watch this, boys! Now we're going to make her really shake that shitty little ass!"

Mark plunged the joined wires into Donna's tiny pink cunt, fucking them as far up inside her as he could push them.

A belch of pussy-cream soaked his hand all the way to the wrist, but that didn't stop him from driving the wires in even farther, then yanking them out to set up a fucking rhythm.

Donna's eyes jerked wide open and for an instant she felt completely aware of everything that was going on around her.

Most of the other boys hd stopped shocking her now, stepping back instead to watch Mark wire-fuck her Donna stared down between her wide-flung legs, and when she saw what her oldest nephew was doing to her, she screamed insanely.

"Yes!" she shrieked, her body bouncing on the sharp gravel from the huge dose of electricity Mark was feeding her. "Fuck me, you sweet boy! Fuck me to death! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"

The pain was so awful that Donna wasn't sure what she was feeling anymore. There was just raw, unbearable sensation coursing through her helpless, flopping body.

She could no longer control any part of her body. It was the electricity that made her thrash and writhe across the ground. Donna wailed deliriously, no longer able to work her tongue and lips to form words. She babbled incoherently, tears running down her pretty face to mix with the sweat and piss that already sparkled on her flawless skin. Boys pulled off their belts and whipped her, knowing the leather wouldn't conduct the killing dose of electricity Mark was feeding her. They flattened her tits under their savage assault, and striped her gorgeous face with lines of fire. But Donna loved it all.

Mark fucked her as fast as he could, powering the bunch of wires up inside her clutching, swampy cunt. Her hips jerked and twisted through a maddened ballet of random motion, sometimes flipping two feet off the ground, sometimes pounding so hard into the gravel that sharp edged rocks dug deep into her tender flesh. Her cunt clutched around the wires with maddening irregularity, moved by the shifting currents of electricity that flared through them.

Donna didn't know whether she was cumming or dying. She thought that she might be doing both at once, because every cell in her body was on fire from the electricity and her mind was hazing over. Two boys stood over her head and took turns slapping her face with their belts. They started her nose bleeding and split her lips, but Donna didn't mind. Two more boys were taking turns beating her poor, battered tits, but all Donna felt was thrilling, tearing pleasure burning out from her nipples.

Without warning Mark jerked the wires from her cunt and waved off the boys with the belts. Donna collapsed on the ground like a puppet whose strings had been cut. Her arms and legs twitched a little and she muttered a few nonsense words, but after that she lay completely stffl, her eyes glassed over and her body limp. Only her ragged, shallow breathing proved that she was alive at all. Donna wasn't sure what had happened. An instant before she had been overloading with sensation. Now she was feeling nothing at all. She tried to raise herself up, tried to turn her head so she could see what was happening, but she couldn't move. It was as though her body had been short-circuited by all the electricity the boys had fed her.

Mark stared down at the limp, sexy body of his beautiful aunt. She was stained with shit and piss and cum. Her hair was a wild tangle. Her tits and ass and legs and stomach were all striped with welts and dotted with bruises. She wore hickies where the boys had bitten her and tiny cuts from thrashing in the gravel. She was still the most beautiful woman Mark had ever seen. She was still so gorgeous that Mark's balls ached with cum again after dropping two loads inside her.

He smiled when he saw her hips start to twitch and hump. His smile grew wider as fresh pussy-juice glistened on the swollen pink lips of her cunt. When her pussy-lips started fluttering and a low moan escaped her full lips, Mark started laughing. "Haven't cum yet, have you, you sexy old cow?" he asked, nudging Donna's beautiful face with the dirty toe of his boot. "What's the matter? Wasn't getting fucked with electricity enough for your slutty little ass? Do you want something else?"

Donna's sleek, sultry body began to writhe against the gravel. Her movements now weren't the spastic convulsions she had suffered while the boys had shocked her. Instead they were sinuous, sensual squirmings. She slithered over the ground like a snake, her eyes glazed with growing lust, her full tits heaving with passion.

"I want cock!" she hissed, her voice deep and throaty and sexual. She rubbed her pretty cheek over the toe of Mark's filthy boot, then whipped her tongue over the soiled leather. "I've got to cum! You've got to make me cum!"

"Act like a whore," Mark said pleasantly. "Act like a whore trying to get some customers. If a dirty-assed slut like you appeals to any of these guys, I guess they can fuck you."

Donna had thought she was past shame, but there was enough of her old self left to burn with humiliation at Mark's mocking words. She felt like a worthless slut, like a woman who had handed over every part of her life to some cruel pimp. She was like some sorry bitch mutt, crawling back to lick her master's foot after every time he kicked her.

She wedged the toe of Mark's boot between her lips and sucked on it, her hands pulling on her nipples and scratching down the soft hollow of her stomach. She rolled over onto her knees and fucked at the air, bucking her sexy, shitstained ass high while she slurped at her oldest nephew's dirty boot. Pussy-juice splattered the gravel beneath her.

"I said act likea whore!" Mark shouted, kicking his sexy aunt away from him. "Not shine my shoes with your slutty tongue! You'll be doing plenty enough of that later, believe me! Now get to begging, if you want to get fucked!"

Donna trembled with shame and frustration, barely able to believe that she had so quickly sunk to such disgrace. She was hardly even human now, smeared with her own shit and the piss and cum of a mob of boys. And now she was begging them to gangfuck her, to assault her helpless body even more savagely than they already had. But the burning in her cunt would not be denied. She had to have cock.

"Look at these tits, boys," she said, her voice trembling with humiliation and passion. "Have you ever seen tits this high and firm on a thlrtyyear-old woman? Have you ever seen tits this perfect on any of the silly little girls you fuck? And come on, boys, what about my nipples?"

"I bet you've never seen nipples as long and hard and sweet-looking as mine. Are you going to pass up a chance to suck on these nipples? A chance to fuck your cocks through these big, pretty tits?"

"Pretty good," a boy said. "Let's get her."

"No yet," Mark said, and Donna wanted to scream with frustration.

"What about this waist, boys?" she asked, her voice trembling. "Just right for a man to wrap his hands around. And my ass? Well, it's a little dirty right now, but have you ever seen an ass this tight and firm and still be this soft? And let me tell you a secret. I was a virgin my whole life before tonight. I've only had my ass fucked one, and my pussy fucked twice. They're so tight they can strangle you, so sweet and hot that you'll think you've died and gone to heaven!"

Donna touched her body as she talked about it. She pinched her nipples until they stood put longer and harder than ever. She cupped her tits and pushed them together, making a deep, inviting valley, then pushed them up, offering them to the boys. She ran her hands down over her stomach, scratching at her creamy skin. She pulled her asscheeks far apart to show the boys her asshole, then pulled her cunt-lips wide open to give the boys a good look at the inside of her cunt.

"So who wants to fuck me first?" Donna asked, the sexy smile on her lips and smoldering look in her blue eyes masking a need that was killing her. "I can take on more than one. Maybe we could try five or six for the first round."

"Good," Mark said. "All right, boys. Let her have it."

"Wait," another voice said, and Donna's composure broke when she heard it. It was Buck, and he was carrying a huge bucket in each hand. "I've got something that might make the show a little more interesting. A couple buckets of hot butter we use on the popcorn."

"All right," Mark said.

Donna shrieked. Her body shook with the force of her sobbing. "Cock!" she whimpered, broken totally at the feet of her masters. "Cock! I tried so hard! Cock, cock, cock!"

Mark watched the writhing slut who had once been his uptight aunt. Now she was a fuck-slave, his fuck-slave. And he intended to share her with anyone who asked.