Paul Gable - Aunt Sharon enslaved

How she burned for him even now! But he was going to play more games, she thought. He had shoved the blade back into its brown leather sheath hanging from his belt. They were in another part of the barn now – a small partitioned area like a horse's stall. There were iron rings in the walls, rings that made Sharon shiver with an increasing heat. The more he did to her, the more she wanted. Again and again Sharon's blue eyes dropped to Billy's crotch in spite of her wish not to rut in front of her daughter. Billy knew her ordeal and enjoyed every second of it.

"Lie down, bitch! Lie down."

Billy pulled her down, her shoulders uncomfortably on the bench while her ass flattened against the edge. Sharon trembled in heat, every touch making her cunt wink shut on thin air. There was no more room for anything but lust in her mind. She lay there, hoping he would jump on her and drive his cock into her until she screamed like a cat in heat.

"Yeah, nice, real nice."

He pulled her arms back, keeping the wrists against the legs of the stool where thin leather straps locked them in place. Sharon closed her eyes, a pulse leaping at her throat as she rubbed her shoulder blades against the bench. He would strap her helpless there and in front of her daughter, rape her!

She loved the cutting feeling of the straps now, the sensation of pressure keeping her still while the big stud lumbered over her, his cock only inches from her hot, throbbing cunt.

Sharon sucked in lungfuls of air, keeping her head up, blinking her eyes clear, waiting for the first touch of his cock.

Next a leather strap cinched tightly around her small waist, buckled tightly to the center of the bench. It was almost the same as being roped to the column. But this was far more sensual. She was on her back, hot and wet, her curt running with juice. The cinching bite of the leather keeping her body immobile only added to the lust burning through the woman's mind. At times even her daughter's cries from behind added to the delight biting at her clit.

"Oh!"

Billy took her right leg, bringing it up and spreading it from her other. She could feel her cunt-lips peeling stickily apart, the tiny muscles shivering itchily against one another. Sharon loved that sensation, moaned as he slipped a brown leather anklet around her left ankle. Billy attached the anklet to a ring in the wall, buckling it tightly, then moving to her other leg. Sharon felt her other leg rise and spread, her cunt now completely exposed, both legs bolted to the rings in the wall. Yes, yes, he was going to fuck her now. Even as she lay there, feeling him finishing the buckling of her ankles, Sharon knew he was going to ram his fat cock into her, making her the happiest woman on earth!

"Ahhh!"

She arched her spine, digging her shoulder blinks into the bench behind her, feeling her body roped and split almost in two by the thongs. She loved the stretched sensation plaguing her cunt-lips, readying her for a rape. Diane cried out behind her. But Sharon couldn't hear or understand the individual words. Her was rushing through her brain, making her deaf to everything but Billy's increasingly heavy breathing.

"Now…"

Billy was opening his Levi's. Sharon raised her head from the bench, working her body against the sweaty leather, feeling her chest lighten so much she could hardly draw a breath. Her eyes widened, her jaw slackening as she saw his cock thrusting from his Levi's. He was between her stretched legs now, his thumb rolling over the fat head, his knees wide apart while his jeans fell down to the tops of his boots.

Sharon threw her head back, rolling it from side to side while her body trembled in heat. Any second. Any moment and she would feel him fucking her! She wept with arousal, her cunt muscles shivering and twitching. "Oh!"

But what Sharon felt next wasn't her nephew's cock slipping into her winking cunt. She felt something very warm and wet spattering over her tits. Opening her eyes, she looked up with shock, seeing an arching yellowish spray gushing from the slit in Billy's cock-head. He was pissing on her! It took several seconds for the woman to recover from her shock, feeling the oily urine spattering against her belly, then ooze down her thighs.

She screamed, angrily shouting out her frustration and disappointment and rage. Billy only laughed at the way her body thrashed against the stretching thongs. Bringing the stream down, he urinated on her cunt, the hot piss stinging against her clit. Sharon dug her fingernails into her sweaty palms as she felt orgasm after orgasm bite into her cunt. Even the disgusting piss was bringing her off. Her tits rolled and slapped together while her belly shivered and tensed, the muscles cramping until she screamed from the painful pressure.

Billy still moved the steady yellow stream up over her tits, spattering her chin with the tops spraying her face. Sharon closed her lips just in time. Billy was pissing on her face, the urine greasing her eyelids. Sharon felt the bile rising in her throat while her pussy still spumed with delight.

"Uhh! Uhhhhhh!"

The dreadful stink spread. Sharon thought she was rutting in an open sewer, the plus spraying over her face, then spattering back down around her cunt. She was a prisoner, a willing prisoner doing this sort of thing, even loving it if only he would fuck her in the end.

"Yeah, yeah, a fuckin' piss-hole. That's all you and that fuckin' slut are," Billy said, the twisting yellow stream starting to soak her.

"Noooo!"

Sharon whipped her hips from side to side, throwing her head back. She was cumming again, feeling the biting throb of a climax burning through her cunt just as Billy went dry. He shook his prick, a final few droplets spattering over her chin. At least, she thought, she had managed to keep him from pining in her mouth! The sour-tasting urine trickled over her lips. Sharon turned ha head and spat out, shaking the urine from her face.

"Awful!" she cried, tears welling up in her eyes. But were they teats of shame or frustration? She didn't know. Lying like this, her body strapped to the stool, all Sharon could think of now was fucking and how she had been cheated of it again!

Diane had watched her mother's shame with growing apprehension. She had never thought of Sharon as anything more than a mother figure – someone who made sure all her clothes were pressed and washed and who busied herself about life totally sexlessly.

This last hour had shown her something shocking, something that made her gasp each, time Billy did something more vile to her mother. She watched in fascination, wishing at times that she could have been the one who was roped and beaten and pissed-on.

And now Sharon lay there half-conscious, her chest rising and falling, her flesh streaked with the yellow piss while Billy pulled up his Levi's.

Her mother was moaning shamelessly, the cries Diane recognizing immediately. She felt them too right now as she stood there, the ropes biting into her flesh. She purposely wriggled against the rough hemp, causing herself more pain as she watched her mother being humiliated. It was wonderful, exciting, revolting watching this. And then she found her eyes meeting Billy's. Diane found herself smiling, almost grinning as if they were co-conspirators in some unspeakable crime. Billy walked up to her, rubbed her cheek with the back of one hand, then loosened the bonds so she could move her right arm. He pulled a small stool up to her, putting a tiny black box, with a dial on top within her reach. There were wires sticking from the back, trailing off into the darkness behind her mother's head. Billy sauntered back to Sharon, unfastening one of her arms and putting an identical box within her finger-reach. He drew the two wires together, disappearing into the shadows for a moment.