Val Marrick - Tied up aunt

Jacqui had her head raised to stare at him in horror Martin's cock had fallen off her face again. Chuck looked down at her with frightened yellow eyes. "You can't do this!" Jacqui forced out. "You won't…"

Chuck raised his arm and swung. The knotted end of the rope whistled down and landed on Jacqui's straining white belly.

"Yiiiaaaaiiieeeee!" shrieked Jacqui. Her back arched and her body flew into the air. She fell back to the unyielding surface of the bench so hard the breath was knocked out of her and she lay gasping.

Martin stepped back. Chuck stood gazing down at his victim. An angry red line crawled across her stomach. He licked his lips and raised his hand again.

This time his blow was more cunningly aimed. Jacqui's scream rattled the windows as searing pain cut into her left jug. Even through her thin bra, the nylon rope cut like a knife.

She lay biting her lip. Her jug throbbed with pain so intense it made it hard to catch her breath. "Well?" Anne asked sweetly. "Do you suck cock? Or do you suffer?"

Jacqui hung her head back and looked at her. The pretty adolescent face was twisted with sick exultation. So fascinated was the captive librarian with the look of utter evil on Anne's face that she didn't hear Chuck's next blow on its way.

Agony exploded in Jacqui's right tit. Her ass bucked off the bench once more, and her cry was sweet music to Anne's ears. Jacqui's ass thudded into the bench. She lifted her head to stare at her tormentor through a stinging curtain of tears.

There was an odd new glow in Chuck's pale eyes. Gone completely was the craven terror Jacqui had seen there before.

In its place was unholy, sadistic delight!

A scream ripped from Jacqui's throat as Chuck leaned down at her. He reached out and tore the brassiere from her pain-filled boobs. He looked at it with a strange little laugh, then threw it away.

"Now, how about it?" Anne asked, stepping forward. Martin stood like a statue by his aunt's head. The girl picked up his prick with her fingertips and put it back on Jacqui's face. "You going to finish licking nephew's dick clean? I hope you say no. I don't want to disappoint old Chuck here. Seems like he's got a mean streak in him."

Jacqui's eyes flicked to the security guard, who was grinning lopsidedly at her and fondling his makeshift whip. She shuddered. Then she opened her mouth. Martin sighed as the warm wetness of her mouth enfolded his prick once more.

It wasn't as pleasant as it had been before. The mixture of his come and the grease from her cunt had started to dry into a sticky, lumpy mess. Now that she was no longer turned on – far from it! – the taste of her own pussy that lingered on the limber staff of prick nauseated her. But she thought of the pain in her abused tits, and the look on Chuck's face, and she fell to licking Martin's prick.

In short order Martin's prick was clean and shiny with her spit. She pushed it out of her mouth with the tip of her tongue and looked expectantly at the cheerleader.

Anne nodded. The jump rope cracked right on the gaping gash of Jacqui's cunt.

The captive almost bit through her nephew's half-hardened prick. Her thighs smacked together around an agony so great she couldn't even cry out. Her pussy blazed with pain. "You filthy bitch," Martin said.

Anne ignored him. "I didn't say you could stop sucking prick, slut. Now, get back to work till Martin's dork is as hard and stiff as that bench you're lying on, or I'll let Chuckie cut you to shreds!"

Noisily, Jacqui began sucking Martin's cock. It didn't take very long for his prick to become a rigid pole of lust. With the threat of further whipping hanging over her, Jacqui sucked, cock even more avidly and expertly than she had a few minutes ago!

"Aw, this shit's nothin' new for her," Chuck told Anne. "Look in the pocket of Martin's pants. Should be some pictures there."

The cheerleader cocked her head, at her new accomplice, then did as he suggested. She cried out in surprise as she saw what the pictures were. "Martin took 'em yesterday himself. Set up an automatic camera and had at it. Pretty hot stuff, huh?"

The slurping sounds of Jacqui devouring her nephew's prick filled the room. Martin had his eyes closed and his hips were moving. Anne pursed her lips appreciatively, nodding.

"This gives me an idea," she said. She looked at her boyfriend's prick. It arched from his crotch into Jacqui's mouth. Her lips were an O around the girth of the cock. "Okay, lover boy, that's enough mouth action."

She put a hand on Martin's chest and pushed him so that he stumbled back. Jacqui looked terrified as his cock leapt out of her mouth. Anne lifted the gun and pointed at Martin's chest. "Just stand still," she commanded. "Chuck, pick the bitch up and untie her hands."

"Untie her?" Chuck sounded baffled.

"Do what I say!" Anne snarled. Shaken, Chuck bent down and pulled Jacqui to her feet. Her naked body sagged against his. His cock, hard as Martin's, prodded into her side above the hipbone. He dropped the rope and undid the belt that held her wrists. Anne nodded approvingly.

"All right," she said. "Now you, Marty boy. Go plunk your buns on the seat of that rowing contraption. Step it up!" Puzzled, the youth obeyed. His cock waved proudly from side to side as he walked to the device. The prick stuck out like a flagpole when he sat down.

"Now," Anne went on, "take our pet librarian and stick her on that big fat dick of his." She licked her lips in anticipation.

A light of understanding dawned on Chuck. He nodded, and propelled Jacqui towards the machine and her nephew with a rough shove. "Hey, you can't…" Martin growled, starting off the seat.

Anne pointed the gun at him. He froze. Jacqui fell heavily across one of the rails that ran parallel to either side of the chair. Anne laughed, and stopped to fumble at the belt of Chuck's discarded uniform pants.

She came up with a pair of silvery handcuffs dangling from her hand. Chuck was just helping Jacqui regain her feet. Her legs were rubbery. When she was upright he grasped her around the middle and hoisted her in the air.

Pale legs thrashed. Chuck sat the writhing woman right down on his friend's lap. Martin cursed as his cock was bent double under his aunt's weight.

"Oh, sorry." The head of Martin's prick burned against the outer lip of Jacqui's cunt. She felt herself being lifted, and then the prick head was pressing right between her pussy lips.

Martin groaned as his aunt's cunt kissed the head of his prick. Chuck let her weight down. She slid onto her nephew's spit-slick cock like a fireman going down a greased pole.

Once again a giant cock filled Jacqui Hyde's cunt. In spite of herself she gasped aloud with pleasure. God, her nephew had a wonderful prick. It stretched her pussy walls so deliciously, and the friction of his cock on her clit was irresistible delight. She fell forward against him, her bare boobs flattening on his chest. Her nipples were very hard.

Her arms slid around his waist. Suddenly she felt something cold encircle on with a click. She tried to draw back, but Chuck snapped the cuffs around her other wrist before she could get away.

She was trapped, with her arms cuffed behind her nephew's broad back. He strained slightly, and the enormous cock shifted in her cunt. Steaming pussy sauces flooded her twat. They soaked the huge prick filling her pussy, oozing out her blood-gorged cuntlips and flowing over Martin's balls. There were worse fates, after all, she thought. "That's right," Anne approved. "Now, Martin, take hold of those oars."

He looked over Jacqui's bare shoulder at her. When he didn't instantly do as she said she lashed his aunt's bare ass with the jump rope, which she'd retrieved from the floor. Jacqui jumped and cried out with pain.

"Look, I shred the skin off your auntie's pretty ass if you give me any shit. Now take hold of those oars and row!"