Paul Gable: Aunt Sharon enslaved

He came up slowly, his boots shuffling through the hay. Billy stood there, examining his naked, hanging aunt. A tremor twitched in his cheeks as he swallowed hard, his eyes narrowing with lust. Sharon could see a definite outline against the front of his faded Levi's. He was growing hard just looking at her hanging there helplessly, her wrists roped to the ends of the pole.

Reaching down into his pants pocket, he pulled out a small silver lighter, flipping open the top and flicking the tiny flint wheel. Sparks flew out several times before the wick finally caught fire. The orange flame shivered in the draft, bending forward toward her.

"No, don't… don't burn me, Billy," she whispered.

Billy walked up to her, stopping within two feet and raising the lighter to her cunt. Sharon could feel the heat curling into her pussy, pricking at her clit while her blonde pussy-hairs tinged black under the flame's attack. Throwing back her head, the woman let out a shrill, her cries bouncing off the barn walls as her torture began.

"No, no, don't… don't burn me, Billy! Oh God, don't…"

Sharon's voice trailed off into a whimper, her teeth biting into her upper lip until she could taste blood. Her nephew was laughing at her, moving that fire up her belly, burning the fine blonde hairs furring her skin. She felt the hot kiss of the cigarette lighter flame over the under swells of her tits.

Screaming, Sharon kicked forward, snapping her head back while she felt the cruel ropes cutting into her flesh even more. He was out of his mind, crazy to be doing something like this to her. And now he had the fire back over her cunt, the orange fire brushing back and forth over her pussy-hairs. The stench of burning cunt-fur filled her nostrils and made Sharon scream again. What could he be wanting from her? What more did he need to see?

She shrieked and kicked again, her muscles bulging, her voice shrilling while her tits danced and slapped together. Billy moved the fire up to the top of her cunt-mound, letting the flame burn away her pussy-hair, then tickle over her clit. Sharon shrieked louder than before, kicking her feet at him, growling at her nephew as if she were an animal.

The pain shot up from her cunt and into her brain. Twisting and turning on the ropes, the woman felt her flesh crawling with revulsion and a strange kind of excitement that had begun in the pit of her belly and now radiated throughout her body. Billy brushed the flame up and down her ridged inner thighs. He was humming a tune, not paying any attention to her pleas for mercy. He was quite happy torturing her in this way, degrading her while listening to her screams.

"No, no, I'll do anything. Please, anything… I'll fuck you! Anything, but – eaghhhh!" Billy had the flame back up to her nipples.

He burned one of them, letting the fire singe the pink tit tip to a dark red. Sharon thought she would pass out from the pain! How helpless she felt, unable even to slap her hands protectively around her body while this maniac injured her! The fire moved down to her belly button once more, burning her skin red there. She set her jaw firmly, whimpering, staring down at the moving flame.

"Don't wanna use you all up at once," Billy said, flipping the lid and extinguishing the flame.

Sharon breathed a sigh of relief, feeling her muscles relax and her body sag. She closed her eyes, letting out yet another breath and considering herself lucky he hadn't really ruined any part of her. Gradually Sharon came to her senses and dared to open her eyes.

That savaging had nearly killed her. What horrible things did he line planned for her? Why wouldn't he let her go? What was he doing rummaging around in the darkness there? Not seeing him made the woman nervous, rivulets of perspiration rolling down her tits and sides. Sharon squeezed her cunt muscles together, feeling an itchy kind of orgasm ripple through her swollen pussy-meat. How odd she should feel something like that when she had been victimized this way!

Billy came back, a small black box with wires trailing from behind it in both hands. He set it down on a nearby stool, untangling the wires. Small silver damps or pincers were attached to the cads. She studied the clamps with growing apprehension. Billy had returned, picking up two of the clamps and holding one in each hand. He reached up, opening the pincers and rubbing them against her sore nipples. Sharon knew immediately what was going to happen and wailed, kicking back at the young boy. Billy turned, laughing at her vain attempts to bit him. Opening the clamps wider, he pushed them onto her tit tips.

Sharon screamed and shrieked, choking on her own cries as the biting pain of those metal pincers tore through her nipples. It was as if someone were trying to tear her nipples away! The woman snapped her head from side to side, tears rolling down her flushed cheeks while her blonde hair swept over her face. Sharon was afraid to look down, terrified she would see blood streaming from her bitten, distended nipples. But Billy didn't give her a chance to think twice about her nipples. He was rubbing another clamp over her burned cunt, opening the pincer and letting it bite down just below her clit!

She let out a short scream, her body stiffening. No. No. She had to stay in control. Concentrating, Sharon knew she had to keep what wits she had about her. Fighting down the tearing agony in her curt and tits, she blinked her eyes clear, watching as her nephew took the final clamp and walk slowly behind her.

She could feel his thumbs spreading her plump ass-cheeks, could feel his fingers caressing the inner swells of her ass-cheeks until one of them poked offendingly against her asshole. Sharon opened her mouth wide, her eyes rounding as she felt the cold steel clamp being fed into her shitter. She felt it shaking up into her bowels, the steel quickly warming until it felt like a long skinny finger wriggling its way deep into her body.

Billy had finished. She hung there, wired to the black box sitting on the nearby stool.

"It's a transformer, Aunt Sharon. It's a little more sophisticated than the slut you get in a train set." He picked up the black box and sat on the stool. He grinned up at her, folding his legs one under the other while placing the transformer on his lap. "I worked on it so you won't get any fuckin' surges or that shit. Thought about doin' somethin' like this to a lota' of girls. But man, you're the first. Big time, huh?"

Electricity? He was going to electrocute her! Sharon shook her head violently from side to side, her eyes begging him not to touch her with that current. She felt the weight of the heavy black wires pulling on her nipples, distending her tits now. The clamp biting into her moist pink cunt-flesh seemed to nibble closer and closer to her stiffening clit. The wire in her ass seemed alive, a snake working its way along her bowels into her belly!

Un muscles stiffened again, her cheeks trembling while her eyes focused hard on that little black box. Sharon noticed every move Billy made, every motion his fingers played over the tiny dial at the top of the transformer. Any moment he could twist it and said a surg of amperage into her flesh! She pound her teeth, readying herself for the assault.

"I guess we'll start off real slow. That's the best way," Billy said, tightening his grip on the dial and turning it up one notch.

Sharon stiffened. And when the first tingly pulse erupted from the pincers, she let out a tiny gasp, her fingers curling against the restraining pole while her legs shivered. The sensation wasn't unpleasant. She closed her eyes, her head falling back, her long hair sweeping over her jutting shoulderblades. Images of her daughter flashed through her mind as the faint pulse dug at her tits and cunt.