Tied-up and raped aunt

CHAPTER THREE

Tina shook with fear as the two boys approached her, the black leather bag clutched tightly in Rick's hand. Both the boys laughed, and Tina, still bent over in the position of her debasement, hung her head so that her hair draped over her face. With her nephews' slippery cum sliding down her face and thighs, with the taste of her own shit still sharp on her tongue, she couldn't bear to look at them.

"You're going to be sorry," she said, her voice shaking. "You're both going to get in a lot of trouble for this. I'm your aunt, damn it."

"Well, stand up, Aunt Cunt," Rick said gleefully. "Because we've got a present for you."

"No!" She began to cry, leaning her head on her forearm. Why was her cunt itching again? "I don't want to be your damned guinea pig. Go find a girl your own age, you bastards."

"Shut up, Aunt Ass-fuck!" Peter said. The tone of his voice told her not to argue. Both boys were standing right in front of her now. She was like a slave at their feet. "We've got your new clothes for you. This is how you're going to be dressing from now on. So stand the fuck up!"

Rick grabbed his aunt by her hair and jerked her to her knees, then kept his tight grip as she slowly stood up. Now she was standing totally nude before her two nephews for the first time, and she could see from the looks in their eyes that they were getting excited again seeing her.

"Look at these tits!" Peter said, reaching out to grab one of her satiny tit-mounds in his hand. He squeezed her big tit, letting the hot tit-flesh bulge between his fingers as he applied pressure. "You ever seen tits this big on a skinny broad like Aunt Tina?"

"I've never seen tits that big on anybody," Rick growled, releasing his aunt's hair. "Neither have you. Now let's dress Aunt Tina up!"

Tina watched as Rick pulled some kind of leather halter out of the bag. She didn't fight them as they slipped it over her arms, didn't even resist when they fit the leather cups over her big tits. Her nipples poked through tiny holes cut in the end, and she started sweating the moment the hot leather closed over her flesh, but she was starting to think that maybe she deserved the pain and humiliation she was getting. She had almost cum when the two boys were fucking her.

"Tighten that fucker up!" Rick told his brother, and Tina arched her back in sudden agony as Peter cinched the leather bra tight.

She felt as if her tits were being crushed as they tightened the straps, and she groaned with shame as she saw her nipples get fatter and harder than they had ever been before, filling with blood that was being forced from the meat of her tits. And soft, white tit-flesh was bulging up around the sides of the bra now, too much for the tightening cups to hold. Tina didn't think she'd ever seen anything as obscene.

The boys were getting hotter by the second. "Fucking fantastic, Aunt Tina!" Rick groaned. He pulled something else out of the bag, a tiny slip of leather that Tina took long moments in identifying as panties.

Peter grabbed her by her hair from behind and yanked her off her feet. She landed hard, hitting her head on the floor, and before she sat back up Rick had started to pull the panties up over her ankles. It was hard, slow going because the panties, like the bra, seemed to have been made for someone far smaller than Tina.

"Here, let's get this finished," Peter said, reaching over for the bag. He pulled something else out of it, but until Tina felt the leather collar closing around the delicate arch of her throat she didn't know the boys had decided to collar her as well. When she saw the leash in Peter's hand, she thought she was going insane.

Rick was having a hard time getting the panties up over Tina's thighs, and he ended up standing over her and yanking on them with all his might while Peter pushed down on her shoulders to hold her in place. It hurt like hell, but Tina knew by now that the two boys weren't interested in whether she got hurt or not. When they finally got the panties pulled up over her ass, they fit her like a second skin. Even Tina's golden blonde cunt-hair was outlined through the black leather.

After that, the boys kept her on her back as they dressed her in garters and stockings and put five-inch heels on her feet. Then they stepped back and made fun of her, Peter holding her leash in his hand, jerking on it every once in a while.

"Fuck, I'm hungry," Rick said, rubbing his stomach. He winked at his brother. "Think Aunt Cunt has anything good in her kitchen?"

"I think she's got all kinds of good things in there," Peter answered.

They pulled Tina through her house by her leash, making her scramble after them like a dog, on all fours. She knew they were planning something new that might be even more horrible than what they'd already done to her. She couldn't stop them, though, and so she followed them meekly, on her hands and knees.

"Sit up," Rick barked, yanking on Tina's leash and bringing her to her knees. His brother was already digging into the refrigerator. "Dogs sit up if they want something to eat."

"I hate you," Tina spat, her eyes brimming with tears again. She felt totally humiliated, dressed up like a whore and kneeling like a slave in front of her two young nephews. "I love your mother, but I'm going to see you get punished for this. You're no good animals."

"We're animals, all right," Peter agreed, turning back toward his aunt with a covered pot in his hand. "And sure you hate us now. We knew you would, we even kind of like it. But you see, Aunt Tina, you're getting an education, and by the time we finish you're going to like us just fine. And it'll be okay that we're animals, 'cause you'll be an animal too."

"I'll always hate you," Tina said, and then Peter laughed and turned the pot upside down over her head.

Tina screamed in shock and disgust as week-old cold stew poured down over her head. It matted her hair and coursed down over her shoulders and back, soaking her skin and spotting the tight black leather of her bikini top. Peter poured the whole pan on her, then tossed the pan across the room.

"Fucking fantastic," Rick said as he watched his aunt shudder at the depth of her debasement. "Let's feed Aunt Tina. Let's feed her good."

With Rick still holding tight to her leash the two boys began to rummage through their aunt's refrigerator. The next thing to come out was a carton of milk, which Rick poured out over her head. Then the boys found some eggs. They both hooted with glee as they forced their aunt up onto the kitchen table, and then they began to smash the eggs into her silky skin. Then Peter had another idea and while Tina lay flat on her back on the table the boys forced an egg into each cup of her leather bra and into the crotch of her panties.

"Ready?" Rick grinned.

"Yeah." His brother nodded, and then he slammed the flat of his hand right against Tina's leather covered cunt.

Rick smashed the palms of his hands down against Tina's tits at the same time, and she thrashed on the table as the eggs broke and the milky yolks began to run over her cunt and tits. She felt her pussy clamp tight for an instant, and a moment of pleasure. As the warm yolk slithered over the fat lips of her cunt, Tina felt her clit tingle and the depths of her pussy begin to pulse with liquid warmth.

Now Rick had pulled a jar of jelly out and they upended it over the quivering flat plain of her belly, laughing as the gooey grape stuff slithered over her tensed flesh. Both boys began to rub it in, their hands roughly caressing their aunt's tender flesh as they smeared the jelly all over her. Rick made sure that some of the jelly got inside the sweltering cups of Tina's leather harness, and Peter shoved jelly under the waistband of her tiny leather panties until it had stuck her blonde cunt-hair to her skin and mixed with the remains of the egg shell and yolk.

Tina felt more wetness in her cunt, and her hips flipped once against her nephew's hand as he rubbed her. She couldn't understand feeling pleasure like this, not with food being poured over her and dressed up in leather gear so tight and hot that she wanted to scream. But she was getting excited, and now she had to clamp her tensed thighs together to try to drown out those feelings of lust.

Next came ketchup, and the boys rubbed it into Tina's skin just as they had the jelly. After that came some old mashed potatoes, and when the cool, lumpy mess of white stuff rubbed against her cunt Tina thought she was going to go out of her mind. Peter forced his hand down to her cunt, and his fingers delved into her humid pussy as he shoved the potatoes up into her. She was juicing hard now, and she could tell from the look on Peter's face that he knew it.

"Aunt Tina's getting hot," he crowed, moving his fingers around inside her cunt, tickling her erect little clit. Tina drummed her feet against the top of the table, trying to ignore the hot wetness that was growing inside her, the excitement that was threatening to carry her away. "I think she likes the way we cook."

"We fucking knew she'd come around!" Rick said, coming back from the icebox with a small cardboard box in his hand. "A cunt's a cunt, no matter what they try to tell you!"

Tina blushed with shame, but she couldn't stop the lust that was overpowering her, and she couldn't stop the growing movements of her hips on the tabletop. Peter kept his exploring fingers inside her, lightly scratching at the walls of her cunt and pinching her hot clit. Now Rick brought the box out where Tina could see it, and she groaned again when she saw that it contained sticks of butter. He took one from the package and unpeeled it.

"Please stop," she whimpered, looking from one nephew to the other. She wasn't even sure she wanted them to stop anymore. Her hips surged up off the table to meet Peter's taunting hand, and her nipples, already swollen with blood from the constricture of the leather harness, grew even longer and harder. "Just leave me alone, boys. I won't even tell… ohhh fuck!"

Rick plunged one of the sticks of butter down on the velvety plain of her stomach, smearing her hot flesh with the cool, sticky oil. Tina's flat little tummy quivered beneath his hands as he smeared the butter in, and her hips began to grind harder against Peter's hand. She didn't even notice when he pulled her leather panties down away from her cunt and spread open the lips of her cunt.

"Fuck you both," she screamed, staring up at Rick as he spread the melting yellow butter up over the sweaty cups of her leather bra, covering both of her exposed nipples with caps of gold. "You stinking little fuckers. I hate you both. I hate you."

At that moment Peter plunged a stick of butter up into her cunt, and Tina lost the power to speak at all. She threw her head back against the table, banging it hard, and her thighs clamped together like vises, catching Peter by the wrist and trapping his hand between them. The butter, plunged fully inside her steamy cunt, began to melt instantly. Soon her own fuck-juices were flowing back out of her cunt mixed with the yellowish muck.

"Let go of my hand, you stupid cunt," Peter shouted, bringing his other fist down on her quivering thigh. He yanked his hand out from between her legs and grabbed hold of her knees, levering them apart.

Tina groaned in lust and shame as the two boys laughed at the mixture of buttery cum that slid out her cunt and down over her quivering ass-cheeks. Tina's hips were lifting a few inches off the table and then slamming back down, and each time they would hit the hard formica more of her slippery fuck-juice would trail out of her.

"All right!" Rick shouted. "Give her another one. Come on, quick!"

"All right." Peter had let loose of Tina's knees now, but her legs stayed apart, her feet drumming the table as her hips danced above it. One hand dropped to his own cock, and he began to massage butter into his hard, hot prick as he reached for another stick for Tina's pussy.

Rick was rubbing butter into his cock too, holding his fat slab of cock-meat right over Tina's face and letting the butter and pre-cum drip down on her cheeks. His other hand was pinching and twisting her nipples, pulling them up through the leather cut-outs in her halter as far as he could. His eyes were glued on the fat, peeled back lips of her cunt. He could tell that she was ready to cum. No woman would cream like that unless she was.

Tina squealed incoherently as Peter thrust the second stick of butter up into her already sloppy pussy. Her cunt closed down on it like a mouth, cutting the stick almost in half before he could even get it fully inside her. The boys laughed and Peter pushed the rest of the butter up inside Tina's already sloppy cunt. Then, still stroking their greasy cocks, the boys looked for more food to pour on their aunt.

Tina's mind was in such a whirl that she hardly even noticed what her nephews were doing. Her cunt was jerking open and closed like a fist, and she could feel the rhythmic muscular spasmings of her asshole as well. Her hips were jerking out of control over her kitchen table. She was creaming more hotly than she ever had in her life.

She watched her nephews with hungry eyes, seeing only the thick greasy cocks in their hands. Even in the heat of her lust she could still feel shame at what the two boys were doing to her, making her do, but the itching in her cunt was making her go out of her mind, and far worse than the need for escape was her need for a cock in her cunt.

The two boys opened cans of food and poured them out over Tina's supple, shuddering frame. Pork and beans, corn, ravioli, soon it all stained her pure white flesh. Soon Tina was writhing in a sea of muck, making squishing noises with every move she made.

And Tina never stopped moving. When Rick smashed a cream cake into her face, Tina's hips shot almost a foot into the air, trailing a river of cum and butter back down to the table. When he took the gooey pieces of the cake and shoved them down into the sweaty, squeezing cups of her bra, she banged her head and feet and fists against the table like a woman possessed.

"Look at Aunt Tina go!" Peter said, taking the cap off a bottle of maple syrup and pouring it all over her willowy, writhing body. His other hand was stroking his big cock. "I think she's about to get off."

"Aunt Pig you mean!" Rick said. He plopped the head of his cock against Tina's food-encrusted face and began to swish it back and forth. "We've got to hurry. Folks are gonna be expecting us home soon."

"I know," Peter agreed. "But I've got to get off again. Besides, look what I've found."

Peter pulled out a package of ice cream bars from behind his back, and both boys giggled as he unwrapped one and shoved it up their aunt's cunt. Rick shoved another one in right behind, inserting it so deep that even the stick vanished up inside her swampy pussy.

"Nooooo!" Tina wailed in torment as she felt the icy cold up inside her. The cold was clashing with the steamy heat of her cunt, and now she was feeling pain along with the pleasure. "You motherfuckers! You dirty, stinking little motherfuckers!"

"Auntfuckers!" Rick replied. "Come on, Peter, why don't we get Aunt Cunt-face to jerk us off all over her? I don't want to get fucking filthy right now, and that's what fucking her would do."

Tina couldn't even hear what the two boys said. When each of her nephews took hold of one of her arms and put her hands around their thick, greasy cocks, she grabbed them without question. She was on the verge of the first cum of her life, and she could hardly stand the wild sensations that were boiling up from inside her. The ice cream was melting inside her cunt now.

"Jack us off, you stupid bitch!" Rick said. He picked up the empty bottle of ketchup and winked at his younger brother. "Move your fucking hands and jerk us off on your cocksucking face."

Tina did what her nephews asked, hardly even aware of who he was now, or who she was. Her hands shot up and down the length of their pulsing cocks, her palms rubbing over their leaking cock-heads and her fingernails scratching at the wrinkled sacs of their balls. She was jerking them off like a pro, and both boys edged forward so that they could rub their cocks against her face.

Tina's hips were flopping wildly into the air, spewing fuck-juice out of her cunt in a fountain. Her tight little asscheeks were flexing powerfully. Tina was stuck a single moment away from a mind-blowing orgasm.

"Fuck, I'm going to shoot all over her!" Rick moaned as his aunt beat off his spasming cock. "I'm going to cover Aunt Tina's cocksucking face in cum!"

"Me too!" Peter groaned. "All over your face, Aunt Tina. Going to cover you in it, drown you in it!"

Tina could feel their big cocks tightening in her hands, getting even harder than before. She knew they were going to spurt their cum all over her, but she didn't stop beating them off. Desperate for her own orgasm, she hoped that their cum might bring her off. Her cunt was burning up, her clit on fire. Tingles from her convulsing pussy were running all over her body, up her tits and through her ass and back up to make her shoulders shudder with lust. She dipped their cock-heads right against the heated flesh of her face and beat them harder.

Both the boys began to spurt at the same time. Hot, white cum erupted against her cheeks, splattering over her. Tina's hands kept moving and more cum shot out, spurting against her nose. A shot from each of the cocks shot right between her parted, gasping lips. The two boys were blanketing her face with their greasy jism.

It wasn't enough. Thick white spunk covered Tina's pretty face, pooled over her tightly shut eyes, coursed down over her cheeks, gave her a coating of white lipstick and clogged her nose, but it wasn't quite enough. Her hips still wiggled in tight circles inches above the table, but she was still maddening moments away from cumming. Tina began to cry in frustration, and now it was the shudders of her sobs that shook her body.

Both the boys were just leaking now, and her hands were slowing on their thick cocks. Her nephews' cocks were softening and she knew that they wouldn't want to fuck her right now.

"Want to piss on Aunt Tina?" Rick asked with a giggle, moving the bottle to the lips of her cunt.

Peter's answer was to let loose a hot stream right at his Aunt Tina's face.

Tina shook her head from side to side as the two boys began to piss on her. She could feel the searing hot piss streaming through the cocks she was holding in her hands, and she opened her mouth to scream only to get a shot of burning piss right in her mouth. She tried to move the cocks away from her, but the boys clamped their hands over hers and held them in place. The cum, the food, all of it was washed away in the flood of steaming yellow piss that rained down on her.

And then Rick shoved the whole bottle of ketchup up her cunt. Tina began to buck wildly, pushed over the edge. Tina was having the first orgasm of her life. With the two boys pissing in her face and Rick fucking her cunt with a bottle of ketchup, she was going completely out of her mind.

"Look at the bitch!" Rick laughed, "she's lost her fucking mind. I've never seen a bitch move like that!"

Burning with shame, Tina slammed her cunt down against the bottle as hard and fast as she could. Gasping, her mouth opened again, and both boys pissed right down her throat. Tina gagged but she didn't try to avoid the streams, not anymore. She was cumming, just like an animal.

Rick marveled at the way his aunt's cunt was gobbling down the huge bottle. He shoved it all the way into her cunt, until he only had the very bottom of the rim in his fingers' grasp. And Aunt Tina ground her hips on the bottle like a stripper on stage, seeming to want to ream every inch of her pussy out.

"Fuck me, you bastards!" Tina screamed. "Tie me up and beat me and fuck me and do whatever you want. Piss on me, go on and piss on me, too!"

Both boys were doing just that, covering their crazed aunt in burning hot piss. They had washed both cum and food from her pretty, pale face. Both boys were aiming their cocks at her mouth, trying to shoot their piss straight down her throat, but a lot was missing the mark as Tina writhed on the table.

Tina's hips continued to bump and grind wildly as her taut thighs and ass shuddered with the force of her orgasm.

Both Rick and Peter were running out of piss now, firing only feeble, quick spurts. Rick lowered his cock to give his aunt one last spurt of piss right between her lips, then he shoved his cock into her mouth for her to clean. As he did he noticed the inch of Tina's fuck-fluid that filled the bottom of the ketchup bottle in her cunt. While she was still fucking the bottle with all the strength in her body he pulled it out and showed it to his brother.

"Let's bottle feed Aunt Tina," he said. He pulled his clean cock from her clasping mouth.

"Fuck yes!" Peter shot the last of his piss out across Tina's eyelids and the bridge of her nose. "Give Aunt Piss-face something to suck on!"

Tina was fucking on air now, her hips bucking against nothing and her pussy making plopping noises as it slapped open and shut. She seemed hardly to notice the bottle was gone. Rick pushed the mouth of the bottle between her lips with no trouble and let her fuck-juices flow down into her mouth.

Tina tried to shake her head to get her mouth off the bottle, but Peter held her head still as his brother forced the broth into her mouth. As her orgasm slowly faded, Tina turned bright red and clenched her eyes shut again.

She couldn't understand what they'd done to her. Just an hour or two ago she had hated sex, never wanted to have sex with a man again. Now she was cumming as her nephews bottle-fucked her, while she drank their piss and her own cuntjuice. The taste of her cunt-juice was burning itself into her tongue, and she wondered if any woman had ever been fed so much of her own fuck-juice in such a way.

Finally Rick pulled the bottle from between her lips, and Tina sighed with relief. She had thought she was going to throw up as he fed her the juice of her cunt. It was even worse than drinking the boys' piss.

"You're kind of a humble bitch now, aren't you Aunt Tina?" Rick asked, tossing the bottle across the room. "Answer me."

"Fuck you!" she whispered, tears in her eyes. They might be able to force her to do what they wanted and her own body might even betray her, but she wasn't going to give in to the little bastards. "You're both fucking monsters!"

"No more talk like that," Rick shouted. He brought the palm of his hand down hard against Tina's left tit. Her nipple felt like it had been torn open. "And you fucking call us sir."

Tina said nothing at all, knowing that the boys would only hurt her more if she did and not wanting to feel any more pain.

"Fuck it, she's learned enough today," Peter said. He was gathering up his clothes. "And we've got to get going."

Tina felt a wave of relief wash over her. Her nephews were leaving. They weren't going to stay the whole week. Now she could make the little shits pay for what they'd done to her.

"Yeah, you're right," Rick said, giving Tina a dirty look. "Let's get the bitch ready."

Tina was too stunned to act as the two boys turned her onto her stomach and pulled her hands behind her back. Rick dug into their black bag again, and this time he came out with a series of leather straps. Before Tina could figure out what was happening, the first of the straps bound her wrists tightly together. Then Rick pulled a second one tight below her elbows, drawing her arms back painfully and throwing her chest out. The last of the straps went on just above her elbows, and when Rick pulled one tight Tina thought he was going to break her back. She felt her elbows touch each other before he stopped drawing the leather in.

"Stop," she pleaded with them, crying openly once more. "Don't tie me up like this. Why are you doing this to me?"

"Step two," Peter said with a grin. He brought two long white objects out of the bag. "Open up."

Tina realized that they were vibrators an instant before Peter turned them on. She tried to fight, but Rick grabbed her by her soft thighs and pulled her legs far apart. Peter slid the first of the two vibrators easily up into his Aunt Tina's cunt, then plunged the other to the hilt in her tight asshole. Before Tina had even registered the shock of that, Peter had pulled her tight leather panties back in place.

The buzzing of the vibrators in her cunt and ass immediately started to get Tina hot. She clamped her thighs together the instant Rick released them, trying to stem the flow of pleasure. That made it even easier for Rick to tie more of the leather straps around her legs at her ankles, knees and thighs. Now she was completely immobilized.

"You little shits!" she spat. "Why are you doing this to me? I hate you both!"

"Sure you do, Aunt Tina," Rick said, bringing something else from that seemingly bottomless bag. "But you love ketchup bottles, and you love those vibrators!"

Tina stopped arguing because the truth was that she did love the feel of the two vibrators buried inside her. In fact they were very close to making her lose control again. Her cunt was itching and her clit was buzzing madly. Twenty-eight years without an orgasm, and now she was about to have two in ten minutes.

"You hate us so much we're going to make it so you don't have to see us, Aunt Tina," Peter said. Tina didn't know what he was talking about until he looped the cool leather over her eyes and drew it tight at the back of her head. When she opened her mouth to plead with them to take it off, another strand of leather slid between her teeth, pinning her tongue at the bottom of her mouth and silencing her protest.

Then she felt more leather closing around her tiny, waspish waist. A moment later pain tore through her body as the boys tightened it cruelly, narrowing her waist to inhuman proportions. At that moment, Tina went through her second orgasm of the night. Pussy-drool poured out over the vibrators lodged in her cunt, but none escaped the tight waist and leg bands of her leather panties. Caught inside they simmered in the heat, adding to the sweat that was pouring off her. And the vibrators buzzed on.

"Well, Aunt Tina, we'll see you later," Peter called. It was only then that Tina realized that they were by the front door. "Bye."

Tina heard the boys leave and she went into a panic. She tried desperately to move herself off the kitchen table, but she couldn't even turn over. She couldn't even buck her hips as the next explosive cum rumbled through her, drenching her ass and thighs with more of her creamy cuntjuice. There was a regular swamp in her panties now. She wondered how much worse it was going to get.

The boys could leave her here forever, she realized with a growing dread. Tied up, blindfolded, with her elbows pinned together and a cinch around her waist that made it impossible for her to breathe. She was lying in a stinking mix of food and piss and cum, and now the odors of her own leather clad body were starting to grow. She could stay here until she died if the boys didn't come back for her.

They were her only hope, her only salvation. Noiselessly, motionless, Tina suffered through another wet climax.