Paul Gable - Aunt Sharon enslaved

Moments passed, seconds that seemed like clays. Sharon couldn't hear or see what her nephew was planning. And then in a second she felt something terribly cold pressing against her inner thigh. She stiffened, her fingers working against one another while her naked ass-cheeks rubbed up and down against the splintery pole. Sharon concentrated on the feeling, wondering what it was. She felt the broad length of steel of metal of some kind she thought it was – start to work its way slowly up her thigh.

Her tendons ridged, making her shiver and pull against the ropes holding her prisoner. Oh God, wait! There was something else now, something that made her jerk wildly against the rapes. That cold sensation had turned sharp now. It was a knife! He was playing with a knife, rubbing it against her flesh!

Sharon screamed through her gag, jerking and twisting and pulling against the restraining ropes. He was going to cut her open! Her whimpering cries barely escaped around the choking ball gag as her flesh reddened against the chafing lines. Billy was moving the blade up, up her ridging thighs, up to her cunt.

Sharon shivered as if someone had touched her with a live wire! He was poking the tip of the knife against the junction of her cunt-lips. Pricking the sensitive flesh, he began creasing the woman's outer cunt-lips, making Sharon's cunt itch and burn in an odd, strange way. She stopped her shrieking, feeling the cold steel starting to enter her cunt!

Oh God, God, he was going to silt her open from the belly to her throat! What was worse was the way her pussy was reacting. Sharon could feel the juices starting to ooze from her cunt, dribbling down her thighs, and undoubtedly dribbling down onto the knife. Billy had to be laughing at her, pushing that thing up into her cunt and watching as she rutted and twisted up against him. Sharon shook her head, gasping, trying to draw in more breath than the snugging double hood would let her.

"Oooooh."

He had turned the knife, placing the flat end along the full length of her juicing cunt-slit. Her pussy muscles contracted at the touch of the cold, cutting thing, forcing her cunt-lips shut and making them slit themselves on the steel. Sharon threw back her head, feeling the spicy, stinging feeling of the juice oozing into the tiny slits. Her cunt was actually milking at that vile intruder, cinching down on the thing.

And then it was gone! Sharon blew out a breath of air, feeling her body sag against the ropes. She was on the point of finally calming herself when the touch of that blade was against her, this time against her right nipple!

"Uh!"

She felt the tip poking against the light-pink flesh, moving her tit from side to side while keeping in contact with the sensitive, itching stiff nub. Sharon gasped, her body tensing as she felt the sharp tip cutting into her tit-tip. Every ounce of her concentration was focused on her nipple. The woman twisted her ass up against the pole once more, her ass-cheeks sliding up and down, piercing themselves on the small splinters. Sharon wanted to scream. But all she could do was stand there, afraid that the slightest move would push the blade through her flesh.

It was gone, sliding over her chest to her other tit. Sharon's cunt sucked in air, opening in an uncontrollable spasm as the knife traced the outline of her heavy tit. He was slicing the sharp end of the blade against her flesh, leaving a narrow white line in the skin. Sharon was gasping, feeling her brain reeling from the lack of oxygen as she waited for the hot, stabbing sensation that would signal her end.

There! The knife was pricking her nipple, poking it, threatening to cut into the red flesh. But Billy was still toying with her, bringing the knife back over her chest and back down to her cunt. Once more she felt the shocking chill of the cold steel against her hot, wet silt. And once again Sharon felt her cunt clamping down onto that horrid thing! Billy was rocking the thing back and forth, keeping the pointy end pressed against her clit. He was sucking on her pricked nipple now, biting her nipples while sawing the knife back and forth against her cunt-flesh. Sharon felt a hotter, intense heat radiating out from her crotch.

"Uhhhhh."

Her daughter! Diane was seeing all this, watching her reaction. She had to fight herself, had to fight Billy or she would never be able to face Diane again. But how could she do this?

Sharon's cunt-lips were on fire. The constant rush of her cunt-juice across and into the tiny cuts was like salt rubbed into wounds. Her head throbbed with the lack of oxygen, while she kept wondering about the knife toying with her cunt. Was her nephew going to hurt her with that thing? Was he going to stab her in front of her daughter?

The fiery stinging in her cunt-lips and the terror of his blade sent her excitement higher.

Billy bit down hard onto her right nipple now, fucking her with his fingers while stabbing her shitter still with his knife. The knife was back to her cunt now, poking into the puffy outer edges of her cunt-lips, then back into her asscheeks. He seemed to be all over her with that dreadful blade. She screamed and yammered, unsure of where the next cutting blow would come, suspended in that soundless world where her own voice was nothing more than a vibration through her body. She could only feel the oily, slippery sweat rolling down her thighs, mixing with her cunt-juice. The thought of getting fucked by Billy while he tormented her like this flashed through her mind again and again until it became a grand obsession.

She couldn't hold herself back from the idea. Her daughter faded from her thoughts as she thought of the handsome stud, of the way he had fucked her before! Sharon knew she had to have him one way or another. If he wanted to torment her this way, then very well, he could! But he had to fuck her. He just had to!

The knife, was gone once more. Sharon held her breath, waiting for another cutting blow, another kick, some other point of terror. But there was nothing. Instead, she felt Billy's fingers once more round her bonds. But this time he was unfastening them, loosening the ropes lint around her waist, then moving down to her ankles. Instinctively Sharon stumbled forward, jerking her hands up, trying to pull off the hoods clinging to her head. Billy was holding her, pushing her forward, purposely banging her into things as he wheeled her around and around.

"Oh?"

Sharon had stumbled onto another human, another woman. It was Diane. She felt her daughter's tits pressing against hers while she pushed away, horrified at what she was feeling. There! Billy had pulled the top off. Sharon sank to her knees, her hands once more jerking up. Her fingers curled around the soft, skintight, latex hood, pulling it hard from around her chin, then up off her cheeks. With a tearing sound, she finally pulled the thing from her skull.

Sharon blinked, the light making her eyes hurt from having been confined for so long. Looking up, she saw her daughter still roped to the column, tears rolling down her cheeks. Sharon knew Diane was indeed horrified at her mother's reaction to what had happened. Sharon gasped, shaking her head from side to side. How could this have happened?

"Up!"

She staggered, her cunt still throbbing, juice oozing from her cunt-slit and trickling down her ridged, inner thighs. Sharon couldn't do a thing about the sexual heat. She still thought of Billy fucking her. She still wanted to have him topping her, squirming over her body while he stuck his prick into her. Sharon couldn't help the sexual feelings rushing through her head.

"No, no!"

She looked back over one shoulder at her daughter. Diane was watching them silently, her lips working over one another, tears of shame and agony rolling down her cheeks. Sharon wanted to run to her daughter. But Billy was pushing down on her shoulders, forcing her to sit on two small benches pushed end to end.