Blake Garfield

Halloween in horror

CHAPTER ONE

Elaine Peterson gasped with sudden shock as a pair of strong hands grabbed her full, round tits. She screamed a moment later when other hands closed around her wrists and ankles. She screamed even louder when she saw that the hands that held her, that were quickly tying her to the exercise bicycle she was straddling, belonged to her three nephews.

She stared in wonder from one boy to the next, mad as hell but thinking that whatever was happening must be some kind of stupid, adolescent joke.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she demanded, trying to jerk herself free. It was impossible, because while one of her nephews had tied her wrists to the handlebars of the bicycle another had been binding her feet to the pedals. "Hey, guys, I don't know what the hell you think the joke is, but this isn't very funny!"

"You're one sexy bitch," her oldest nephew, Roger, growled. His hands were still on her tits, squeezing and twisting them as though he wanted to tear them off her body. "We like the sexy part, but everybody's fed up with you being a bitch. The joke is that we're going to give you a little attitude adjustment."

Elaine twisted desperately at the thin strands of nylon that bound her to the bicycle. The three boys stood back to look at her, and when she saw the lust in their eyes, her heart froze and she realized he hadn't been joking. As she watched them, helpless and horrified, the boys ripped off their clothing. Suddenly three long, hard cocks bobbed in the air not three feet away from her. Elaine screamed again, but this time it was in terror.

"It's Halloween, Aunt Elaine," Roger said with a giggle. He shook his dripping cock in her direction. "And we've brought you three yummy treats!"

"And you're the one who's going to be turning the tricks." Steven, the youngest, laughed. Elaine groaned. There had to be some way she could talk them out of this. Ever since her figure had first started to bud out in a lush, womanly body, men had been pursuing her. High school boys and college boys, high school teachers and college professors had chased her with equal ardor. Getting out of school had changed nothing. She was still pursued by almost every man she met.

And for almost twenty years Elaine had never liked men, and she hated sex, but she had used her sexy body and beautiful face to get everything she had.

She enjoyed the power her beauty gave her over men. She had made powerful men grovel at her feet. Even today she had been exercising, working out on her expensive gymnastics equipment to keep her most important asset in shape. Now she was tied to her five-hundred-dollar exercise bike as though she was some sheep ready to be slaughtered.

"Got a little Halloween party planned, Aunt Elaine," Peter said, closing his hand over one of her full, firm tits. "We're going to have some real fun with you."

Elaine started to answer, but before she could open her mouth, he had grabbed the collar of her V neck bodysuit and ripped it down. Roger stepped up beside him and tore at the back of the cotton jersey, stripping it from her squirming body.

In an instant she was left with only her bra and panties, and a moment later the boys had stripped those off her too. Only Steve held back, watching the assault on his aunt with wide, wondering eyes.

Elaine directed her pleas to him. "Please, Steve, run and get help! If this is stopped right now, I'll forget it, but if either of them touches me again, then you'll all have to pay!"

"Shit, Aunt Elaine," the boy replied, a wide smile spreading across his face. "Dad told us that's what you say to all the guys."

The boys stepped back to look over their captive aunt's body, and Peter vented a long, low whistle. They all knew that their aunt was a sexy bitch, but she was always wearing fancy clothes and makeup that Peter had thought would make any woman look good. She was thirty years old, just a few years younger than their dad, and Peter had figured that when she was stripped those big tits would sag a little, that her full ass would do some drooping. He could hardly believe how wrong he'd been.

Aunt Elaine was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Her hair was fiery red and her eyes were wide, liquid blue. She had the high cheeks of a fashion model and a wide mouth with full, lush lips. Her face was almost perfect, but her body was what really made his cock hard.

She had the biggest tits he had ever seen! None of the girls at school, none of the centerfolds in the magazines his dad kept under the bed at home, none of the women on television had tits more than half the size of his aunt's. They were huge, pumpkin-sized mounds of creamy white flesh, and the amazing thing was that they didn't sag an inch. Her nipples were big too, big and pink and delicious-looking. Peter could hardly wait to fasten his teeth around one.

In spite of the enormity of her tits, Elaine had a narrow waist. Her ass was firm and perfectly shaped, her legs long and lush and shapely. Her skin was a flawless shade of ivory, so perfect that Aunt Elaine looked almost like a living statue. Peter felt the cum boiling in his balls and he knew he had to fuck her right away.

"I get first crack at her sweet pussy," he growled. "You guys can climb up on the handlebars and make her suck you off until I'm done."

"No!" Elaine tried to force her voice into a tone of control. "Peter, I don't know what kind of half-wit notion you've got, but if you lay one hand on me I'm going to see that you're ruined for life. Do you hear me, I'll ruin you for life!"

Elaine screamed as Peter swung himself up into the seat behind her. He lifted her ass off the seat and slid his legs beneath her. Elaine felt the wet, hot head of his cock brush her inner thighs. She screeched and tried to twist out of the boy's grasp, but she couldn't escape. Peter lined up the fat head of his cock with the tight, red-furred lips of her cunt and pulled her roughly back against him.

"Noooooooooo!" Elaine screamed, then thrashed as her nephew's long, thick cock impaled her pussy. "You dirty little bastard! You filthy little perverted motherfucker! I'll get you for this, Peter! I'm going to make you pay!"

"Oh shut the fuck up," Roger sighed, boosting himself up on one side of the handlebars and then giving his little brother a pull up on the other side. "Here, wrap that big mouth around my cock. That ought to shut you up."

Roger grabbed a handful of Elaine's bright red hair and dragged her face to his crotch. She shrieked as his leaking cock brushed over her cheek. He held her hair with one hand and grabbed his cock with the other, then pulled her head down as he wagged his stiff prick up and down. He smeared Elaine's pretty, aristocratic face with his fuck-lube, dragging his cockhead over her lips and nose and eyelids.

Elaine clamped her eyes and mouth tightly shut. She resisted his jerking until her scalp was burning and her neck felt broken. There was no way on earth that the little monster was going to get her to open her mouth up for his filthy prick!

Pain lanced through her lush, sexy body as Peter stabbed his cock up inside her pussy. Her cunt was dry, and every battering drive of his cock inside her felt like the rush of a speeding train. He pulled her up and down on his thick cock as though she was some senseless fuck-toy, digging his fingers into her hips.

"Suck me, cunt!" Roger yelled, smashing her face into his hairy, smelly crotch while he rubbed his cock over her cheeks. "You lousy, frigid bitch! I said for you to suck my cock! Okay, if you want it rough, that's just fine!"

Before Elaine knew what was happening, Roger had jerked her face away from his lap and was holding his cock steady in front of him. He let go of his cock and swung his arm in a wide, looping blow.

For a single, heart-stopping instant, Elaine saw that his fist was closed before he hit her jaw. Rockets went off inside her head, and before their explosive flare had faded from her eyes, Roger had backhanded her with his closed fist.

Pain crushed both sides of her face now, and Elaine was certain she was going to pass out.

"You ready to open those sweet lips now, Aunt Bitch?" Roger shouted as he brought his fist crashing back into her temple. "You stop getting hit when you wrap those pretty lips around my cock and start in to sucking!"

Rage overcame pain as she stared at her nephew's smug-looking face. He was perhaps the best-looking of the three boys, with fine blonde hair and eyes almost as brightly blue as her own. Elaine spat right between his eyes, then wished she hadn't when his fist came crashing back across her face.

"Okay, bitch!" he shouted, wrapping one strong hand around her throat and pushing her back until her arms pulled painfully at the twine that tied them to the bike's handles. "You want to go the whole route, huh? Well, let me tell you something, Aunt Elaine, we ain't putting up with it."

Before Elaine could answer him, he slammed his fist into her right tit. The pain made Elaine jerk uncontrollably. Then he punched her left tit even harder, before he set up a deadly rhythm, smashing first one and then the other of her huge, firm tits with measured, brutal blows. Elaine was paralyzed with the hideous pain of the beating.

"Fuck me, Aunt Elaine!" Peter growled. "Shake your ass, you bitchy old cow. Come on, Aunt Elaine, you might as well get into it. You're going to be fucking and sucking for the rest of the night."

"You bastards!" the gorgeous redhead screamed, in agony from the brutal fucking and the beating Roger was giving her tits. "I'll get you for this, you little shits! Oh stop it, stop it! I'll… I'll suck your filthy cock!"

"Right on," Roger said, smashing his fist into each of her tits one last time before slamming her face into his sweaty crotch. "And start shaking your hips, whore! Peter wants a good fuck, too."

Roger squirmed his hips up against her pretty face as he ground her head harder and harder against his cock and balls. Slimy, sticky pre-cum smeared over her cheeks and nose, and his crotch hair scratched her lips. Elaine thought she was going to throw up if she opened her mouth to his filthy, horrible cock, but she knew she didn't have any choice.

She opened her mouth slowly and sucked just the head of his burning cock into her mouth. Elaine had sucked cocks before, but not very often, and she'd always hated doing it. Usually she could get what she wanted with just her beauty; she didn't have to actually do anything with the men she used.

She tried to ignore the slimy, salty taste of his filthy cock, and she pushed her lush pink lips farther down the thick stalk. It was disgusting but she knew that the sooner she could make the three awful boys cum, the sooner the whole awful mess would be finished.

Suddenly she felt another cock rubbing over her cheek, and it took her a panic-stricken moment to realize that it was Steve adding his filthy cock-slime to his brother's. Elaine had a sudden, vicious urge to bite off the cock she was sucking, but she had already seen how cruel Roger could be.

Instead she went to work on the cock in her mouth. She lathered her tongue over the leaking, bulging head of his cock. She slithered her lips up and down his throbbing stalk. She washed his cock with her spit, then made her mouth into a vacuum and sucked it away. At the same time she urged her face against Steve's slippery cock, rubbing her cheek against his prick until he groaned with pleasure.

Peter was the one she worked on the hardest. He was butchering her dry, tight cunt with his big cock, and she wanted him to finish before he did her some real damage. She wriggled her lush hips, ground her sexy ass in wide, twisting circles on the impaling rod of his cock. She clamped her cunt like a fist on his pistoning prick, trying to milk the cum from her nephew's balls. She pressed herself back against him until every inch of his cock was buried inside her pussy, then she pulled forward until only the head of his cock was trapped between the twitching pink lips of her pussy.

Peter moaned and leaned forward to mash her still-burning tits, and she knew he was ready to cum. She smiled grimly around her mouthful of prick and fucked Peter even harder.

"My turn!" Steve shouted. His cock was so hard that it felt as though it was going to explode. "Please, Roger! Just a minute! Just a minute in Aunt Elaine's mouth."

Roger reveled in the sensations his aunt's mouth was giving him, but now he looked over to his little brother and nodded reluctantly.

Elaine gasped as Roger pulled his cock from her mouth, but suddenly, unexpectedly, he was pushing down on her head, pushing her moist, parted lips down against the hairy, wrinkled flesh of his balls.

"Lick 'em, Aunt Tits!" he whispered, wrapping her bright red hair around his throbbing cock and jerking off slowly as he forced her mouth against the sweaty sac of his balls. "Take 'em in your mouth and wash 'em good! Do it, unless you want me to whip those big tits!"

Elaine burned with hatred, but she opened her mouth and let him push one big ball past her parted lips. Her tongue washed over the hairy, crinkled skin. She wanted to throw up at the dirty, dank taste, but she didn't stop the movement of her tongue over his balls.

After a moment he popped that ball out and she slurped the other one in and gave it the same treatment. She was pushed down so far into his crotch that she could smell his filthy, stinking ass, and the putrid fragrance almost made her sick. Just the idea of his sweaty balls being in her mouth was enough to make her want to vomit, but she knew she had to do as the boy demanded.

Suddenly he was pushing her head even lower, shoving her face into the dank crack of his ass.

Elaine jerked back desperately, trying to escape the horror, but Peter leaned on her from behind, driving his cock up her pain-wracked cunt until she was forced forward. Roger reached down and pulled his tight young asscheeks wide apart, forcing his aunt's bitchy face right into the filthy crack between.

"Clamp those lips right on my asshole and tongue-fuck me a little!" Roger crowed. "I bet you've had enough sorry wimps lick out your rich-bitch cunt. It's about time you got a little of your own medicine, you big-titted whore!"

CHAPTER TWO

She couldn't do it! She wouldn't do it! Just the feel of his dank, moist ass wrapped around her cheeks made Elaine want to throw up.

Roger looped his strong legs around her head and pulled her face even tighter into his ass, balancing himself precariously on the handlebars. The beautiful redhead knew there was no way to escape what he was doing to her, but she refused to suck and lick his filthy asshole.

Roger rocked back and forth as he forced her face deeper into his ass. He smeared her face with the humid crease of his ass, giggling with the thrill of her nose and lips dragging over the dark-brown bud of his asshole. He was almost cumming from just the feel of his sexy aunt's face up his ass and her silky red hair on his cock, but he fought to hold back his excitement. Before he came, he wanted her tongue wiggling up his asshole. Aunt Elaine had always treated his mom and dad, his whole family, like shit. He figured it was about time to show her what shit really was.

"Speaking of assholes," Peter said with a grin, suddenly yanking his big cock from Elaine's pain-filled cunt, "I think I'm going to see what Aunt Tit's little asshole feels like to fuck."

Elaine screamed with the first touch of Peter's huge cockhead on the tiny bud of her asshole. His strong hands levered her lush, firm asscheeks far apart, clearly exposing her virgin shitter.

Her mouth flew open, she began to lick her wet, pink tongue over the filthy, shitty-tasting crack of Roger's ass. She thought desperately that if she sucked Roger's ass for him, Peter might relent, might settle for fucking her cunt. There was no way she could survive the terrible ravaging of her asshole by his big cock.

"Do it, you big-titted cunt!" Roger screamed, pulling her head even deeper into his asshole. "Lick it out, bitch! Lick it out and then stick your dirty whore tongue up my asshole! You'll learn to be such a fucking bitch!"

"Oh fuck!" Peter yelled out an instant later, leaning his weight on her back while he wedged his big cock into her virgin shitter. "She's got the tightest asshole in the world! She's got the fucking sweetest asshole in the world!"

Raw, searing agony tore through her body as Peter forced his fat cock into the narrow channel of her asshole. Her cunt had been bone-dry, not giving Peter's cock an ounce of lubrication. Now the sexy redhead wished she had been excited. His cock felt like a dried corncob plowing its way up her sweet asshole, like a baseball bat wrapped in sandpaper. The pain shot through her shuddering hips and up her creamy back. It made her pure, white skin glisten with sweat and bled the strength from her helpless body.

All she could smell was sweat and shit, the dank aroma of Roger's ass crack. Her mouth was plastered to his tight little asshole, her tongue captured by the muscular flexing of his shitter. Roger chuckled cruelly, knowing that he had captured his sexy aunt's tongue, that she couldn't draw it back until he released her. He rocked his ass back and forth, dragging his filthy asscrack over her face. He was also jacking himself off in her shining red hair, sliming the silky strands with milky loops of fuck-lube.

Elaine whimpered like a lost child, feeling as though she was going insane. Moments before she had been exercising the way she did on any day, Halloween and her nephews and sex the furthest things from her mind. Now she was strapped cruelly to an exercise bike, being fucked up her ass by one of the horrible boys while another had her tongue caught up his shitter. A third boy was waiting, his hard cock yet to be satisfied, and all three were cackling about this being some kind of Halloween party.

Her ass felt as though it was being filled with some kind of inflatable tube. She had never dreamed of having anything forced up her tiny asshole, and the pain of having Peter fuck his big cock up inside her ass was worse than anything she could have imagined. It felt wrong, unnatural, to have something pushing its way up her shitter instead of sliding out. She felt her asshole strain to the bursting point and she was certain the perverted fuck was going to tear her to pieces.

Without warning, Roger pulled her face from between his asscheeks, shoving her head to his right and toward his little brother. While the sultry redhead gasped and coughed, the boys laughed at her, pointing at the streaks of brown that stained her lips and cheeks. Then Roger pushed her head down into Steve's lap, and the youngest boy's cock sliced between her open, panting lips.

"She's doing it!" Steve screamed, almost falling from the bike as he fucked his hips up into his aunt's mouth. He clamped one hand to the back of her head and forced her face all the way down his throbbing cock. "Suck me, Aunt Elaine! Suck me just like you did Roger!"

Elaine choked on Steve's cock as he fucked it all the way into her throat. She tried to pull back, but he had one hand firmly planted on the back of her head and he held her in place as he fucked her clasping throat. Her lips were at the base of his cock, pressed tight against his balls and the wispy growth of his crotch hair. Her head was swimming with everything the trio of vicious boys had done to her, but through a haze of pain and degradation she held onto the thought that the sooner she made them cum the sooner her nightmare would be over. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked her nephew's pistoning prick.

"Bitch!" Peter screamed from behind her, and suddenly he was yanking his cock out of her ass. Elaine screeched with pain and surprise when he plowed it back up her battered pussy. "I'm going to cum, Aunt Big Tits. I'm going to shoot you full of jism!"

Elaine squealed with pain and outrage as the first burning splash of cum erupted inside her stinging cunt. She jerked forward, trying to escape the terrible spritz of fiery jism, but Peter leaned over her body and rode her like a jockey. He crushed her mammoth tits, digging his fingers into the soft flesh. His hips pummeled her bouncing asscheeks as he fucked her frantically, filling her cunt up with thick, white cock goo.

"Noooooo!" she screamed around Steve's jerking, throat-fucking cock.

Tears were running down her face as Peter blasted the last of his cum up inside her. It was terrible enough that they had tied her up, fucked her in every hole she had, beaten her until she had almost fainted. Having one of them shoot his dirty, greasy cum inside her was just too much to take.

"All right!" Roger whooped, sliding down from the handlebars and running around behind the bike. "I'm ready to get a taste of that redheaded pussy myself."

Elaine tried to jerk her head away from Steve's crotch, tried to scream at her horrible nephews as Peter slipped off the bicycle seat and Roger pulled himself up. Steve held on to her hair and slammed his cock deep inside her throat, blocking any escape. Her cunt was slick with Peter's cum, but even so, pain ripped through her when Roger plunged his cock savagely home.

"Fuck me the way you did Pete, Aunt Slut!" Roger growled as he draped himself over the gorgeous redhead's bowed back. He grabbed her tits and sank his fingers into them like vicious steel claws. "Relax and ride this big cock, bitch! I might even make your dirty old pussy squirm a little."

He fucked her more brutally than his brother, ripping at her tits with his fingernails while he shook her body with his savage thrusting. Elaine's soft ass and lush thighs quivered with the bruising impact of his body against hers. Between the cock buried in her throat and the jarring collisions of Roger's body with her own, she could barely draw a breath. She tried to fuck back against Roger and suck the jism from Steve's sweet young cock, but the pain and shock were too much. She could feel the strength draining from her body.

Suddenly, Roger yanked his cock from her cunt and plowed it up the aching chute of her ass.

"Nooooo! Roger, baby, nooooo!"

As she screamed, her saliva and Steve's precum poured from her mouth, coating her chin and coursing down over his cock and balls.

"Please… please not in my asshole!"

"I'm cumming, you dumb, titsy bitch!" Roger growled, biting at the back of her neck like some savage, wild beast. "I'm going to clean out your filthy shitter with some fucking hot cum!"

"I'm cumming too!" Steve yelled an instant later. "I'm cumming right in Aunt Elaine's pretty mouth!"

Elaine screamed as both boys began hosing their cum up inside her. She choked on Steve's thick cock cream. She'd never let a man cum in her mouth, and now she was getting a full load of cock cream poured right down her throat. It blistered her throat, shot up through her nose and coated her mouth with salty-tasting slime. The taste and smell of it overpowered her.

"Drink it!" Peter ordered, smashing her face all the way down over Steve's jerking cock. "Swallow it, slut! He doesn't want you spitting his cum out all over him!"

Elaine moaned as the two boys poured their cum inside her. Her tender ass felt as if it were on fire as streamer after thick, milky streamer of Roger's cock cream geysered deep up her rectum. It felt as though she was being torn apart and burned up at the same time, yet she couldn't keep her hips from jerking back and forth. Dimly she realized that her squirming was only making the pain worse and giving him more pleasure, but the agony was so terrible that she couldn't stop.

She'd never had jism shot up her ass or down her throat before, and now she was taking burning cock slime in both holes at once.

Then she wailed even louder when she felt something else start to happen.

She was getting turned on. Her cunt was getting damp, and her tits felt full and tingly. She couldn't understand what was happening.

"You're a hot whore, Aunt Tits!" Roger groaned, pulling his slimy cock out of her ass and rubbing it clean on the shuddering white cheeks of her ass. "I think you're going to really love your Halloween party."

Steve pulled his cock out of his aunt's mouth and rubbed her spit and his cum off on her nose. He grinned at the look of disgust on her face, and he played with her, slapping his still-hard cock against her face. His jism coated her chin and painted a silvery mustache on her upper lip. Now he drew trails of slime across her cheeks and forehead.

Elaine closed her eyes tightly. Suddenly what Roger had said penetrated the fog of pain and humiliation that surrounded hers, and her heart beat faster.

"Party?" she whispered, her voice trembling with fear.

"A Halloween party," Peter replied, fingering his rock-hard, wrist-thick cock. "Just a few dozen of our closest friends."

"Yeah," Steve agreed. "No more than a hundred."

"Oh, and by the way, Aunt Big Tits," Roger added, "You had your treat. Now here's a little trick."

Elaine felt a sudden warmth fill her cunt and for an instant she thought Roger was cumming again. Then Peter and Steve started laughing and the terrible stench reached her nose, and she knew what he was doing. She wailed with shame and anger as he filled her cunt with his stinking piss.

"Yeah, trick or treat, you sexy old cunt!" Peter yelled, and he sprayed her bowed back with burning yellow piss.

"Yeah, Aunt Elaine!" Steve gasped. "Trick or treat!"

When he started pissing, Elaine knew she was in hell.

CHAPTER THREE

"You monsters! What have you done?"

Elaine's living room had been changed. She stood between the three boys without a stitch of clothing on, gluey cum drooling from her ass and cunt, her body stinking from the piss they had sprayed her with. Her hands were tied in front of her.

They had turned her living room into a chamber of horrors. Some of what they had dragged in looked as though it had been bought, at either a magic store or some kind of perverted sex shop. Other things seemed to be homemade, and she wondered how long the three boys had been planning on making her their slave.

"Over here, bitch," Peter said with a giggle, and he and Roger pulled her to a wide, rough wooden table. "I think you'll like this, Aunt Elaine. It's kind of a golden oldie torture."

Elaine had an instant to see that the legs of the table could be raised or lowered independently of each other before the two rough boys pushed her down across it. She looked up and down the length of the table and saw that there were fur-lined metal cuffs at each corner. Looking beyond, she saw that the cuffs were connected to chains that were in turn connected to pulleys. When she saw the crank handle at the table's far side, she struggled.

"I think she knows what it is," Steve said, his face red with exertion as he held on to one of Elaine's thrashing legs. "Hurry up and cuff her hands! She's about to knock me out down here!"

Elaine fought them as hard as she could, but it was hopeless. Peter had to untie her hands to pull them up to the cuffs above her head, but he took one arm and Roger took the other, and between them they easily stretched her arms out above her. After they cuffed her hands, Roger and Pete grabbed her thighs, and Steve closed the fur-lined cuffs around her ankles. The stacked redhead was spread-eagled helplessly on the table. On the rack.

There was a knocking at the door.

"Shit," Peter said, glancing at his watch. "It's still a little early. You guys keep getting her ready. I'll be right back."

"Nooooo!" Elaine screamed. "Please don't let anyone else in! I'll fuck you all, but don't let anybody else in here! Don't let anyone else see me!"

"See you?" Roger said with a sneer. "Hell, we're going to let them fuck you!"

Elaine closed her eyes. She couldn't believe that they were bringing in other boys to join in some kind of hellish gang-bang. Tools of torture filled her living room, whips and chains and vises.

While Peter was gone, Roger and Steve quickly pulled on Halloween costumes. Roger was dressed in the black leather of a medieval torturer and Steve was wearing a devil outfit. Both costumes left their cocks and balls free for action, and both boys had dripping, throbbing erections. Elaine shuddered with horror.

"We've got a costume for you too, Aunt Elaine," Steve said gleefully. "But we couldn't put it on yet, 'cause of the candles."

Elaine saw Roger walking toward her, a box of long, black candles in one hand and a lighter in the other. She began to shake.

"No!" she whimpered. "Oh please, Roger, baby, I'll be a good aunt, I won't be a bitch! I'll be good to your mom and dad! I promise I will! Oh please no, oh please, I promise!"

"You're going to promise all kinds of shit before tonight's over, you big-titted bitch!" Roger hissed, then set the candles down to give the crank a turn.

When Roger turned that horrible crank, her arms and legs were pulled out tight toward the corners of the table. Elaine squealed with pain, jerked and bucked wildly as agony flowed down her arms and legs. The boys had constructed a homemade rack, and now she was spread out helplessly atop it.

"Here we go, Aunt Tits," Roger said with a giggle and lit the first candle. He held it over one of her huge, firm tits, and Elaine whimpered with fear. "Don't be such a baby, bitch. Candle wax doesn't hurt near as bad as some of the other stuff we're going to be doing to you."

Peter walked back into the room, a dozen boys behind him. They were carrying beer and hard liquor, and they were all dressed up in Halloween costumes. Pirates and cowboys and monsters of every variety came in to get a look at her naked, shivering body.

"Look at those tits!" one of the boys gasped. "Look at those giant fucking tits!"

The first sizzling drop of hot wax hit Elaine's left nipple, and she screamed in shock and pain. She bucked up off the table, arching her back as the cuffs held her tightly to the table. She whipped her head from side to side, her shoulder-length red hair flying across her pretty face. Her enormous tits shifted back and forth across her chest as she struggled and twisted.

The mob of boys stepped closer to watch.

"Everybody grab a candle!" Peter shouted. The doorbell rang and he groaned. "Go on, guys. Shit, if this keeps up, I'm going to miss out on all the fun!"

Elaine stared up at the boys who surrounded her with wide, terrified eyes. The boys grabbed up the candles, lighting them and then forming a tight ring around her. Some of the boys touched her, running their hands over her shuddering stomach and full hips. Others pinched the nipple that hadn't been splattered with hot wax and pulled on the tender pink lips of her pussy.

Elaine shuddered and twisted as hot wax splattered down on her tender flesh. Perhaps fifteen boys were dripping hot wax on her, burning her tits and stomach and legs. One boy managed to angle his candle so that hot wax dripped down on her cunt lips, and Elaine almost pulled her legs from their sockets trying to jerk away. A boy dribbled hot wax down on her face, and as much as she jerked her head back and forth, the sexy redhead couldn't escape all of the burning liquid.

Her left nipple was buried under burning black wax, and Roger turned his candle right side up and settled it into the gooey mound. Another boy propped a candle atop her right nipple, and Elaine looked down in horror at her own body. A moment later a tall black candle had been planted in the perfect cup of her navel. Elaine couldn't keep herself from crying.

"Fucking crybaby!" Roger growled, grabbing another candle and lighting it. "You know we could be burning you with the flames and not just the fucking wax. We're being fucking nice to you, Tits."

He grabbed his beautiful aunt by her jaw and forced her mouth open. She tried to pull her head free of his painful grasp, but several other boys wrapped their hands in her hair and held her still. Then, grinning evilly, Roger let hot wax drip down into Elaine's wet, open mouth.

The buxom redhead couldn't stop screaming. She shrieked as loud as she could, thrashed like a wounded beast. The candle on her right tit nearly toppled over and a boy had to reset it.

Her huge tits shuddered, and the muscles in her arms and legs stood out like corded steel.

"Now this is just a little lesson, Aunt Asslicker," Roger told her reasonably as he let hot wax scald the inside of her mouth. "If you're a good girl, I won't do this anymore. All you have to do it take the candle in your lips and hold it just like you would a big hard cock. Hold it real tight and none of that nasty old wax will drip down into your mouth."

Elaine whimpered like a beaten dog, but she nodded her head eagerly. She drew her lips into a tight oval when Roger stuck the candle between them.

The beautiful redhead looked down over her voluptuous body. She was horrified by what she saw. Her ivory skin was mottled with black candle wax. Her tits were almost half covered with the burning wax, her stomach dappled with round, hardening droplets. Three tall black candles stood up on her shivering body, one from each huge tit and a third from her navel. And the boys were still dripping more wax down on her.

Boys dribbled wax into the valley between her creamy tits. Puddles of wax collected in her cupped palms, and then the boys set candles in them. They dripped wax into her thick red bush of cunt hair and laughed as it sizzled its way down to the tender flesh beneath.

They covered her with wax everywhere, but they seemed to take special delight in dripping it over the most sensitive spots on her lush, captive body.

The first drops of wax slithered down the length of the candle she was holding in her mouth and burned against Elaine's lush, pink lips.

"There she is, guys," Peter said.

He was back in the room with a new bunch of boys, at least ten more of them. He turned off the lights as he walked in and suddenly the only illumination in the room came from the candles that were dripping wax on Elaine's helpless body.

"Grab some candles and have some fun. Happy Halloween!"

Elaine felt as though she might pass out any instant. The burning wax was causing her more pain than she would have ever believed possible. She twisted and heaved, but the worst part of all was that her hands were tied. She couldn't knock the candles away and try to rub the pain from her wax-caked skin.

Suddenly Roger was standing between her widespread legs, a burning candle in each hand. He looked like a demon.

Elaine couldn't hold back a whimper of fear.

"I've got a deal for you, you big-titted bitch." His voice was filled with lust and anger. Without warning, he plunged the unlit end of one of the candles deep inside his aunt's quivering cunt. "I want you to squirm, Aunt Cunt! I want you to fuck this candle like it was a big hot cock. I want you to move your big ass up and down on the table. You do that and I won't do this!"

Without warning, he dipped the lighted end of the candle against the curly red bush of Elaine's cunt. Burning pain sizzled through her and she could hear cunt-hair crackling as it burned. She screamed around the cool, fat tube of wax she was holding in her mouth, unable to believe that her nephew had actually burned her. Immediately she began to flip her hips up off the table.

"Shit," one of the boys said, his voice filled with wonder. "You can do anything to her!"

"Yeah," another boy whispered. "Is she really such a bitch that she deserves the whole trip?"

"You wouldn't believe what a bitch she is," Peter said, walking back from answering the door again. The room was filled with costumed boys now. Fifty, a hundred, it was impossible for Elaine to guess how many. "She's such a bitch that she might need to get fucked a thousand times to straighten her out."

CHAPTER FOUR

Elaine groaned with despair as she hunched her hips off the table and kept her lips tightly sealed around the candle she was holding in her mouth. The pain of flipping up her hips was more intense than she would have believed possible. With her arms and legs so cruelly spread, her body stretched almost to the breaking point, every buck and hitch sent waves of tearing agony through her.

The boys were watching her with cruel, lusting eyes as she squirmed. Most of them had stopped dripping hot wax on her and were just watching her performance. The buxom redhead burned with shame as she realized what a lewd spectacle she was putting on, but she didn't stop. Roger was still holding his candle, and she knew that the moment she stopped wriggling he would plunge that terrible flame against her tender flesh.

Her voluptuous body glistened with sweat as she squirmed for the boys. Her lips were painted black with the hot wax that had dripped down the candle, and when Peter plucked it from her mouth it looked as though she had on jet-black lipstick. Burning wax trickled down from the candle she held clenched in the lips of her cunt, burning the tender pink flesh of her pussy lips. The pain was horrible, but Elaine knew that it was nothing compared to what the open flame of Roger's candle would feel like.

As she fucked the burning candle, squeezing her pussy tight to the waxy stalk, she felt a tingling through her stomach. Horror exploded through her as she recognized that feeling as pleasure. She jerked her hips up and down above the table, trying to drive the feeling away, but her frenzied movement only fanned it to greater life.

Elaine moaned in misery as more hot wax slithered inside her heating cunt, as the candle slipped farther inside her. She was getting wet and her clit had started to become erect. She couldn't believe that she was getting hot in midst of this terrible nightmare.

"Look at the bitch move," a boy in a cowboy outfit said. "It's like she really loves it!"

"She does," Roger answered. He was toying with his beautiful, squirming aunt, dipping down his candle to burn away her wispy red cunt hair. She cringed and shuddered with ever crackle of the flame against her. "She's the kind of slut who's waited her whole life for somebody to slap her down and fuck her raw. Once gets into it, she's going to be begging us to fuck her scummy little cunt and asshole and torture those jumbo titties."

Elaine wanted to scream, call him a liar and beg the other boys to free her, but suddenly Peter had slid up on the rack atop her. He flopped his huge, hard cock down across her cheek, then pulled open her wax-stained mouth and stuffed his cock inside.

Elaine gagged on the thick roll of cock flesh but she went right to work sucking it. She clamped the waxy lips tight around the big stalk of flesh and hollowed her cheeks as she sucked him.

Her ass bucked off the table as she lathered her tongue over Peter's hot, huge cock. Cunt cream dribbled from her pussylips, making her crotch glisten in the wavering light of the candles. The boys gathered more closely around her, some grabbing at her sleek, curvy body, others holding onto their cocks and watching her suck prick and fuck a candle. Elaine's firm, lush thighs trembled. Her asscheeks flexed as her cunt clenched tight on the candle. Somehow her body was betraying her, getting turned on by the pain and degradation, and despite the shame that filled her mind, Elaine couldn't stop it.

Roger turned the crank again, and Elaine screamed in agony around her mouthful of throbbing cock. Her arms and legs felt as though they were being ripped out of their sockets. Her sexy ass slammed back against the rough wood of the table, and she writhed as a lava flow of pain coursed through her body.

"Get that ass in the air!" Roger barked, bringing his candle down to singe more of Elaine's silky red cunt-fur.

"Shit!" a boy in an astronaut's costume said. "She'll never get her ass off that table now."

Her body was stretched to the breaking point. Even breathing had become an agony, and the pressure of Peter's ankles where they rested across her shoulders made the muscles in her arms ache with pain. But Elaine could smell her burned cunt hair and feel the heat of the candle just an inch away from her vulnerable cuntflesh. She gritted her teeth and lifted her ass into the air.

The pain was incredible. She could feel a tearing sensation in her legs and arms and shoulders, but she didn't let the pain stop her. She strained against the cuffs and chains, lifted her shuddering, shapely ass inches above the table. Then she went back to fucking the candle.

"Oh fuck!" a boy in a sailor outfit gasped. "I don't believe this shit! You guys were right, she's made for this kind of shit! Oh wow!"

Elaine knew she had excited the whole huge mob of teenagers into a state of lust.

Roger stepped back, wanting a full view of his sexy, bitchy aunt in action. He'd never seen anything as hot as what she was doing. Her body was so perfect, her tits huge and her waist small and her ass firm and shaped just right. Now she was stretched out so far on the rack that her body looked even better, her legs longer, her waist narrower, her tits spread out like two soft, giant pillows. And the way she was moving was so sexy.

Her legs were quivering, her thighs shaking with strain as the muscles stood out like rubber bands about to be snapped to pieces. Her ass looked so perfect, and her pussylips were pinching around the candle as though they wanted to draw the stick of wax all the way inside.

Elaine groaned with agony and shame, but she didn't stop running her tongue and lips over Peter's huge, dripping cock. She sucked down his fuck-lube like it was a sweet nectar, flicked her tongue over his dirty cock as though it were the most delicious morsel she'd ever been offered. His hairy, sweaty balls draped over her chin and his hard belly slapped her forehead with every downward thrust of his cock into her throat, but she didn't even mind that.

Spasms of pure lust flashed through her squirming body, crashing against the waves of pain that already flowed through her. She bucked and twisted; she had to escape the rack, escape the boys, escape the unwanted pleasure that had somehow slithered its way inside her!

She cried as she sucked Peter's cock and fucked the candle, unable to stop the awful, wonderful pulse of excitement.

Boys were touching her body now, dozens of them, poking and probing and pinching her sexy, captive frame. They poked fingers into the crack of her ass and pinched her soft, shuddering asscheeks. They squeezed and petted her thighs and calves. They traced fingers across her quivering stomach, scratched her creamy flanks.

They mauled her tits, careful not to knock off the candles that sat atop her nipples. They pinched her cruelly stretched arms and circled her slender throat with their fingers. They petted and slapped her face and pulled at her hair. Their hands were everywhere, giving her pleasure and pain in a constantly changing, unpredictable mix that was driving her wild.

"Take it, Aunt Tits!" Peter groaned, fucking his cock into Elaine's throat until the bulging head seemed to be lodged between her tits. "Suck on this jism, you bitchy old whore! Drink it down like milk!"

Elaine burned with humiliation, but for some reason she was also excited by the horrible names he called her. A moment later his cum was burning her contracting throat, making her choke and splutter.

Elaine gurgled wetly around the fountaining cock as he plunged it in and out of her throat. She tried to swallow as much of his jism as she could, but soon white lines of fuck juice were trailing down her cheeks from the corners of her mouth. Her hips were bucking high off the table, her cunt clenching tight with pleasure around the waxy stalk of the candle.

Quickly Roger whirled the crank around three full turns.

Elaine shrieked, her ass pulled down on the wood with an impact that drove the air from her lungs. Agony ripped through her arms and legs in unbearable waves. She twisted desperately, but every movement made the pain ten times worse.

Peter pulled his still-spurting cock from her lips and sprayed her gasping, pain-drenched face with the last of his jism.

"You lazy fucking bitch!" Roger screamed. He yanked the candle from her wet, clasping cunt and threw it across the room. "I told you to move your fucking lazy ass, you old whore! You better fucking move it now!"

Roger threw himself down on top of the shivering, pain-wracked beauty. He slammed his cock inside her, driving his long prick to the hilt up her burning cunt with one fierce lunge. Her body scooted up on the rack with the force of her nephew's fucking. Peter slapped her face with his cock at the same time, dribbling the last of his cock cream into her blinking eyes. When he pulled off, another boy, one wearing a vampire costume, climbed up in his place.

Elaine had a climax.

It was so savage, so unexpected, that she screamed. Her body shuddered, her hips lifted to meet the savage plunge of her nephew's cock. She slurped the cock into her mouth eagerly, her eyes shining with pain and humiliation and lust. She thought that she might be losing her mind, but it also occurred to her that this might be the only way to survive the terrible gang-bang her nephews had planned for her. Her cunt clenched like a powerful fist around Roger's rampaging prick. He moaned with pleasure at the spongy embrace of her pussy, fucking her more brutality as he sensed her excitement. Boys ringed her head, slapping her face with their wet cocks as she sucked the boy in the vampire costume. One of them came, splattering her face with gooey cock cream. It felt hot and slimy against her skin, and Elaine loved it.

Her asscheeks shuddered as she moved her body up off the table to meet the brutal stabs of her nephew's cock. She gasped for air around the cock she was sucking, gasped too with the pain and lust that were warring inside her captive body. Every movement she made caused spears of white-hot agony to flash through her straining, sweaty, sexy frame. Every bruising lunge of Roger's cock made her cunt quiver with passion.

Elaine felt delirious, though she was no longer sure if it was pain or pleasure that had driven her over the edge.

"You titsy whore!" Roger screamed, ramming his cock into her cunt. "You sexy old bitch! I'm cumming, Aunt Elaine! I'm cumming, you lousy jizzbag!"

Peter grinned and turned the crank another cycle as his brother spurted his cum deep inside their sexy aunt's pussy. The beautiful redhead writhed insanely as the chains pulled her tighter to the table, as burning hot jism filled her pussy. The boy in the vampire costume was cumming too, filling her mouth and throat and stomach with fuck juice. Another of the boys beating off against her face came with him, striping her cheeks and nose with gummy trails of cock slime.

Elaine wailed, her mind exploding with pain and ecstasy. She felt the muscles in her arms and sides and legs tearing under the horrible stretch of the rack. She choked and swallowed jism while more coated her beautiful, elegant face. And her cunt was spasming around a fucking cock while even more fuck-juice filled her pussy with fire. She banged her head against the table, squirmed against the chains that locked her tightly in place.

"Okay," Roger said, pulling his cock from her squirming pussy, rubbing a filthy mix of jism and pussyjuice across her shuddering white thigh. "Come and get her, guys! She's a hot fucking old cow! I hope you guys are up to putting out the fire."

The doorbell rang again, and Peter groaned. "If they're not, don't worry. Sounds like help is on the way."

A boy fell between her legs and another straddled her slime-smeared face, and Elaine wondered deliriously just how many it would take before she stopped cumming.

CHAPTER FIVE

"Hurts…" Elaine whimpered, letting the cock she was sucking slip from her mouth and drag across her flushed, slimy cheek. "Hurts so bad! Oh no… please, please no… yes… I'm cumming again!"

Four hours had passed since her nephews had turned her over to their friends. Elaine had sucked the cum out of twenty-nine cocks. Her cunt had been battered by twenty-one different cocks and her asshole speared by fifteen more.

Her lips and tongue were numb now, and her cunt and asshole felt like so much ground hamburger. She knew the exact count because Roger and Peter tightened the crank a quarter turn for every boy who spilled his cum inside her. Elaine was sure that she'd sunk into the deepest pit of hell.

She could barely move, her body beaten into submission and pulled so tightly against the table that the slightest wiggle sent shockwaves of pain rumbling from her wrists down to her ankles. Still the boys made her arch her hips up to meet their punishing fuck-thrusts. Her lush ass gleamed white from the cock cream and cunt juice that had dribbled from her pussy and shitter. Her whole crotch was a swampy mess, her cunt and asshole so wet that even the boys with the biggest cocks could slide their pricks home without any trouble.

Her face was almost unrecognizable beneath the varnish of cum the boys had squirted over her. Her bright red hair was streaked with silver, her cheeks and chin and nose and lips all glossed over with a thick coat of fuck slime. Elaine had swallowed quarts of jism, but even more had bubbled from her mouth. A lot of the boys had pulled their cocks out of her mouth as they erupted, pouring even more fuck filth over her pretty face.

Elaine was beyond exhaustion, almost beyond feeling anything at all. The boys had fucked away the last shreds of defiance and self-respect she had. She didn't think she would ever recover from the brutal fucking the boys had given her. And the worst part of all was that she had climaxed with them.

She was cumming constantly now, one orgasm slithering wetly into the next, but her pleasure no longer banished the pain. She was cumming through the agony now, climaxing over the pain that tore through her stretched-out body and fucked-out sex holes.

Elaine didn't think she could survive much more. Through the living room window, she could see the light fading from the sky. It was almost night and half the boys were still waiting to use her body for the first time. Almost all of the boys who had already fucked her were sporting brand-new erections.

"Bitch!" the boy fucking her screamed. Elaine wasn't even sure if he was in her ass or cunt. "You're making me cum, you dirty whore! You're making me shoot my load!"

Elaine felt his burning cum hosing deep inside her and realized that he had been fucking her ass. His hot jism sizzled in her tattered shitter, made her squirm her hips against the splintery wood in a frenzy of pain and lust.

As soon as he pulled back, another boy threw himself between her legs. He stabbed his cock into Elaine's ravaged cunt and dug his strong fingers into her aching thighs.

Roger tightened the rack another quarter turn as the new boy mounted his aunt. He glanced around the room and figured that about half the guys had gotten a shot at his rich bitch aunt. He was almost tired of this game, and he wondered if Peter had the tub ready yet. He hoped so because he was ready for a new game.

"Please…" Elaine moaned, looked toward her evil nephew. She felt the cock on her face pulse and knew the boy was about to cum. "Roger… I can't take anymore! Please baby… please, I've had enough! Oh no… oh fuck… you bastards! You dirty bastards! I'm cumming again you little shits… oh please, why do I keep cumming?"

"Because you're a slut, Aunt Elaine," Roger said. He grinned as the boy sliding his cock on her face shut her up by stuffing his cock in her mouth and blasting a thick wad of jism between her slime-plastered lips. "Dad's been telling us what a slut you are. We just figured it was time you used those slutty skills on some guys who didn't own a company you wanted some stock in."

Roger glanced back over his shoulder, hoping that Peter had things about ready. He could tell by the way the muscles in his aunt's arms and legs and sides were standing up that she was stretched about as far as she would go.

Another boy leaped on top of the table and shoved his cock between Elaine's cum-crusted lips, but Roger didn't dare tighten up the rack any farther. The guy fucking her cunt screamed like an animal and creamed her already messy cunt. He leaned down and clamped his teeth right over the proud swell of Elaine's right tit, grinding his jaws together until the beautiful redhead squirmed beneath him.

"Not a slut…" she moaned, looking over at Roger with lust-glazed eyes, her elegant face drawn into a mask of pain. The boy she was sucking groaned and swamped her mouth with his jism, and she kept mumbling through the bath of cum, blowing bubbles in the milky slime. "Not a slut… please, Roger… I'm so tired… I hurt so bad…"

Steve ran up with a box in his hands. It held Aunt Elaine's Halloween costume.

Roger stepped forward.

"Time out!" he yelled, ignoring the groans of the boys who had yet to get a shot at the sexy woman. "Somebody get a couple buckets of water and throw it over her. We need to clean her up and get her costume on. I mean really, you stupid fucks, everybody else has a costume, doesn't my Aunt Tits deserve one too?"

"She's got a good enough costume on already," a boy in a werewolf costume said sadly, but he backed away with the others.

Elaine looked around groggily, unable to understand why no one was fucking her or making her suck cock. All around her, she saw strangely costumed boys and hard cocks of all shapes and sizes, but for some reason none of them were being shoved inside her helpless body.

She groaned with disappointment and was shocked at the throaty, sexy sound of her voice. Her cunt and clit were buzzing, and it shamed her further to realize that she missed the hard cocks plowing into her tortured body.

She screamed when the first bucket of cold water splashed over her body. Gooseflesh rose over her ivory skin as the cold made her shiver. The second bucket hit her like a hard blow to the body, but the cold stung her numbed cunt and asshole back to life and she shuddered through a tiny, painful orgasm. Cock cream and dried wax washed from her body, and the candles that were still lodged atop her tits and in the pit of her navel were first extinguished and then knocked aside.

Another wave of freezing water hit her, and she almost passed out from the shivery sensations.

Roger spun the crank, loosening the chains. As her arms and legs were freed, she tried to draw herself up into a tight little ball, and she cried in despair when she realized that she was too hurt and exhausted to move her body. The muscles in her arms and legs were stretched beyond endurance. She was too weak and injured to even pull her arms down from over her head.

Roger stared at his aunt. She was shivering, her teeth clicking together, and her body was covered with gooseflesh. He almost came at the sight of her huge, firm tits. Cleaned of wax and cum, her tits were flawless, her pink nipples sticking up like pencil erasers. He unsnapped the cuffs from around her wrists and ankles and watched her tremble some more. Then he nodded for some boys to pull her off the rack.

The sexy, tortured redhead couldn't stand on her own. Boys grabbed her arms and legs and tits and held her while Roger laid out her costume on the table.

Elaine cried when she saw it, more humbled by what they were going to make her wear than by all the grubby teenage hands that were pawing her tender flesh.

There was a jet-black dress, slit on both sides all the way to her waist. The arms were sliced into ragged tatters just below the elbows. But the worst part of the shameful dress was the half-cup bra that was sewn into it. The bra was made of a metallic-like material, and it was far too small for her luxuriant tits. She knew that it would squeeze her tits together, push them up, spill them out almost over the top of the dress. The dress looked like a witch's dress and a whore's dress, but it was the least degrading part of the costume.

There were two studded leather bracelets on the rack, and a bottle of black fingernail polish. There was also a tube of bright-red lipstick molded into the shape of a cock. There were jet-black garters and dark hose and six-inch black spike heels. It was a slut's costume, a whore's costume, but not even that was the worst of what Roger had set out for her. The worst was a long black wig.

"Here we are," Peter said from the door, and Elaine turned her head slowly to look at him. He was wheeling something into the room. "I want to thank all of you guys who helped me fill up the barrel, and everybody who hasn't had a shot at Big Tits needs to get in line. We're about to play the most popular Halloween game there is."

"It's a kid's game," Steve said with a mischievous smile. "But Peter kind of updated it."

"Get her dressed," Peter said, nodding toward his aunt. He guided the barrel into the center of the room and then stepped back away from it. "The original game was called bobbing for apples. You fill a barrel with water, toss in a bunch of stupid apples, and everybody tries to bite one out. Big deal. In our version we fill the barrel with piss. See these little cuffs at the side? You stick your cocks through these rubber sheaths and they stick up in the piss in the barrel. That way none of the piss can get back out. But our way, only one person does the bobbing, and that's the trampy bitch with the great big tits."

"Bobbing for cocks!" one of the boys said in wonder. He ran to the barrel. "I get first dibs!"

"Six guys can stick their cocks in at once," Peter explained, walking toward his helpless, beautiful aunt. "Now how about you get into your costume, bitch? It's time for the real fun to get started."

Elaine dropped her head but she didn't cry anymore. There was no point in crying. The boys had barely started on her and she was already fucked almost to death. Halloween night had barely begun.

CHAPTER SIX

Elaine was pulled on shaky legs toward the barrel. She couldn't believe how whorish she looked in the costume the boys had forced on her. She wished she could die, wished for anything that would deliver her from the madness of pain and disgrace to which the boys had delivered her.

Her tits had always stood out high and full on her chest, but never before had they looked like this. With the dress on, her mammoth tits were pushed all the way up almost to her collar-bones, pushed together until the cleavage between them seemed almost bottomless.

Elaine tried to shake her head, to fan the long black hair of the wig over her tits, but the boys just pushed the shining raven hair back over her shoulders. She tried to squeeze her arms together in front of her to hide the shameful exhibition of her bountiful tits, but that only made them stand up even higher and fuller than before. She wished she could bring her hands up over them, but the chains around her wrists kept her from lifting them high.

She didn't understand why the boys had chained her again after they had squeezed her voluptuous body into the small black dress. She was exhausted, broken both mentally and physically by the torture and rape and bondage. Still the boys had bound her, snapping huge iron cuffs on her wrists and ankles, then connecting all four cuffs to a length of heavy, steel chain.

Worst of all had been the terrible ball and chain the boys had invented. A second cuff circled Elaine's delicate left ankle, and another chain dragged behind her. Hooked at the end of the chain was an enormous pumpkin. The pumpkin weighed at least fifty pounds. The boys had drawn a face on it, but they hadn't carved it because they wanted its full weight dragging on their exhausted victim when she tried to move.

Elaine shuffled forward toward the barrel of piss, pushed and pulled and prodded by the mob of boys around her. Six boys had already stuck their cocks through the rubber sleeves in the sides of the barrel. As Elaine got closer to it, she could see that even the longest cock reached only to three or four inches below the surface of the placid yellow pool. She wanted to cry, but the tears wouldn't come. Something had short-circuited inside her. All she could feel was ashamed and exhausted.

And aroused.

Her cunt was burning like an open wound sprinkled with salt. Her clit was rippling because of the friction of her lush thighs rubbing together as she walked, making tingles of pleasure course up through her cunt and stomach and tits. It took every ounce of willpower just to keep putting one foot in front of the other.

"Here it is," Peter said with a deep bow as the boys finally pushed Elaine against the piss-filled barrel. "Let's see how good you are at games."

"Yeah!" Roger snarled, grabbing his voluptuous aunt by the back of her head. "Start sucking, you titsy old whore!"

He plunged her face into the stinking yellow piss with one powerful thrust of his arm, held her face beneath the surface until bubbles trailed up all around her head.

Elaine clamped her mouth tightly shut when a wave of burning piss flooded her mouth and throat. She gagged and choked. For a dazed instant she was sure Roger was going to kill her, drown her in a barrel full of waste. Then he pulled her out, and the mob of boys cheered at her pitiful gasping and coughing.

"Get to sucking!" Roger sneered, letting loose of her piss-drenched head. "Get your slutty mouth down there and start making some guys cum!"

Elaine cried, then she lowered her face into the pool of piss. She realized with a deadening feeling of despair that it would be almost impossible to suck the boys off under the surface. She would have to take breaks every couple of minutes, and every time she opened her mouth, her throat would be flooded with piss.

Her face brushed against a thrusting cockhead, and Elaine wiggled to one side until her lips were right over the upraised prick. She tried to slowly slide her lips over the cock, but even so, a mouthful of piss sprayed past the seal. She swallowed the filthy juice without gagging, then she was further humiliated by the way her pussy wriggled as the burning piss poured down to her stomach. She heard the boys hooting and cheering as she plunged down on the cock in her mouth. Then her ears were under piss and she couldn't hear anything at all.

The boy's cock tasted like piss, and Elaine's mouth was filled with the tangy flavor. Soon the taste of piss was almost gone, replaced by the salty flavor of fuck lube and the meaty, male flavor of hardened cock. Her cunt spasmed with excitement at the wonderful taste.

The image of what she must look like burned like a flaming brand into Elaine's mind. The boys had already stretched her on a rack and fucked every hole she had. Now she was draped in chains, dressed in a revealing, shameful costume, and crouched over a barrel of steaming golden piss.

She was a slave and a fucktoy now, and the boys could fuck and humiliate and hurt her in any way they wanted. She was sucking cock in a pond of piss, dressed in a whore's costume and playing the part to perfection. She couldn't imagine a worse defilement.

The shame didn't even slow the rise of excitement within her. Her cheeks hollowed as she suctioned in the cock between her lips. Her tongue whipped across the blooming head and down the sides of the powerful, pulsing cockshaft. Her lips formed an airtight seal around the root of the big prick, and her nose and chin were smashed against the rubber sleeve that kept piss from draining from the barrel. Her legs rubbed together, spreading pussy juice over her soft inner thighs while the chains rattled and clinked. Her cunt was squeezing so tight that she thought she would pass out from excitement. Her clit was like a tiny, burning coal, spreading heat through her busty, buxom frame.

Her lungs ached for air, but she was unwilling to pull her mouth away from the delicious cock. It tasted so wonderful, so meaty and salty and strong. And the cooling piss felt nice against her face, cool and wet and comforting. Her head was spinning from lack of oxygen, but it didn't seem to matter. The cock in her mouth and the burning in her cunt were a hundred times more important than breathing.

The barrel rocked, piss splashing over her shoulders and tits as the boy she was sucking tried to fuck his cock farther into her sweet suctioning mouth. He couldn't believe that a beautiful adult woman was letting them fuck her over like this. He especially couldn't believe that an older broad would be able to suck cock better than any young slut he had ever scored with. His balls were more swollen with cum than he could ever remember.

"Bitch!" he screamed, clamping his hands down over the sexy redhead's black wig. His stomach smashed into the unyielding wood of the barrel as he plunged Elaine's face even deeper into the piss. "I'm creaming, you sexy old cocksucker! I'm going to fucking drown you in jizz!"

Elaine choked again at the first throat-clogging burst of gooey cock slime. It was hard to swallow without breathing and her throat burned even worse than her lungs as she gulped down the gluey jism. She tried to keep up with the boy's spewing cock, but one blast followed another until white hot cum was drooling from her lips and nose. The sexy redhead choked helplessly. Her mouth opened and she sucked in a breath before she knew what she was doing. Suddenly she was drowning in piss and cum.

Waves of panic and pleasure exploded through Elaine's curvy body. She buckled, her legs going weak as waves of pleasure battered their way through her excited cunt. She gasped and choked, a river of piss filling her lungs as she tried to seal her lips tight around the spasming cock inside her mouth. The sexy redhead was torn between the instinctive need to breathe and the even deeper, more animal desire for orgasm. Finally she pulled her mouth off the boy's still-gushing cock, jerked her head out of the deep pool of piss. She fell to the floor and writhed like a fish just pulled from the ocean.

"Fuck me!" she shrieked, coughs wracking her squirming body. "Fuck me, you little bastards! Fuck me up my cunt! Fuck me up my ass! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

The boys laughed at her as she thrashed and trembled on the expensive carpet. Her face was glistening with piss, and trails of it trickled down from both corners of her lips. She could tell from their expressions that they enjoyed her torment, and she tried to reach her cunt with her hands, finger herself to climax. The idea of masturbating herself in front of the boys was demeaning, disgraceful, but she couldn't hold back any longer.

The boys had done something to her, broken her in some way that had set loose a rutting, cock-hungry slut. When the chains kept her hands from reaching her cunt, she howled in anguish.

"Get up and suck cock, Aunt Tits!" Peter ordered, yanking the sexy older woman to her feet by the chains. "You didn't do a very good job on Jerry. Just 'cause you've got big tits and a sexy ass doesn't mean you don't have to suck a mean cock."

"Fuck me!" Elaine pleaded, unable to stand the burning itch that was wriggling inside her. "Please someone fuck me!"

"Bob for cock, Aunt Elaine!" Peter growled, and plunged her head under.

Her lungs had barely cleared of piss. Now her mouth was filled with the stinking yellow fluid, more was shooting up her nose and stinging her eyes. A cock brushed wetly against her cheek and she plunged her face down over it before clamping her lips tightly shut.

A second cock pushed against her face as she sucked the first, and Elaine tried to rub her cheek over it. Her stomach felt bloated with piss and cum, but she swallowed a mouthful of the first and plied her tongue and lips over a throbbing cock to try to coax out more of the second.

Hands began to touch her voluptuous body, and Elaine shivered with desire. The boys gathered around her like a pack of hungry wolves, watching as she sucked cock. The sexy redhead almost passed out from the shocks of pleasure that burst through her curvy body. The boys' hands were everywhere.

Someone flipped up the back of her sexy black dress and an instant later hands were pinching and pulling on her lush, perfectly rounded asscheeks. Other hands pawed and probed her long, tapering legs. Boys were grabbing at her mammoth, upthrust tits, pinching her nipples through the cloth of the dress and dragging the huge, fleshy mounds back and forth. Boys pinched and tickled her sides and stomach.

The buxom redhead was ready to explode. All she needed was for one boy to touch her cunt or asshole. She knew that even the brush of a finger over the sore, swollen bud of her asshole would bring her off. A finger up her juice-drooling pussy would drive her out of her mind. But none of the boys were touching her there. They avoided her cunt and asshole as though to touch them would have meant death.

They were mauling every inch of her sexy body, but they wouldn't touch the one spot she needed to feel their hands.

Elaine pulled her mouth off the cock she was sucking and planted it around the one that had been dragging across her cheek. She got another mouthful of piss, but for some reason the taste wasn't so bad anymore. It was a horrid thing, but somehow the taste of piss in her mouth made her pussy burn even hotter, her clit throb even more wildly.

She switched back and forth between the two cocks, swallowing piss and sucking prick and squirming against the side of the rough wooden barrel.

Elaine pulled her head back out of the piss to grab a few quick breaths of air. She saw leering, lusting boys. She plunged her head back under before one of the boys did it for her. She had barely locked her lips around the first of the two cocks before the boy was filling her mouth with his cum.

An hour later, boys were still torturing her sexy, shapely body, taking turns sticking their cocks through the rubber sleeves. Elaine felt heavy with piss and faint from excitement, but no matter how much she begged, her nephews and the other boys wouldn't touch her pussy, wouldn't free her hands so she could touch herself. Her body was burning up, her tits stinging and swollen, her cunt drooling twin rivers of pussyjuice down her soft inner thighs.

Her body was alight with frustrated lust, and she was certain that unless they let her cum soon she was going to explode into flames.

"Please!" she screamed, bringing her head up from under the piss. Her pretty face glistened gold and piss trickled from the corners of her lips. "I've got to cum! You dirty, filthy, little bastards! You're the ones who did this to me! Now you've got to let me cum!"

One of the boys stepped forward to force her head back under, but Elaine turned on him, snarling and snapping her teeth. She was a wild animal, driven out of her mind by the degradation and pain. She stood upright, her bright blue eyes blazing with desperate need.

The boys gasped as they watched the busty, beautiful woman, awed by the intensity of her excitement.

"No more!" she shrieked, rubbing her thighs together and dipping her head to bite and lick at her upthrust tits. "No more! I need to cum so bad!"

Boys were laughing at her. Boys were calling her filthy names she had never even heard before. Boys were threatening her with terrible torture unless she returned to the barrel and the cock-sucking. The sex-crazed redhead didn't care.

"Please!" she cried, tears trickling down her piss-soaked face as she turned her pleas to Peter and Roger. "Please! Let me cum! Just a little, please? I'll do anything you want."

"I believe you would, Aunt Elaine," Roger said, walking toward her with a wide smile on his lips. "And that's a good first step. I think that maybe by the time the night's over you might figure out what you're made of."

"Yeah." Steve walked toward her now, holding something behind his back. "And I think we ought to give you some kind of prize for trying so hard."

"Something special," Peter added. "You're a bitch and a witch, Aunt Tits. That's why we've got you dressed up in such a witchy costume. And you know what witches ride, don't you?"

Elaine screamed when Steve brought broom out from behind his back. She screamed again when her three terrible nephews moved toward her. But she didn't even try to get away. The broom would hurt her. It might even kill her. But she had to cum.

CHAPTER SEVEN

"Bend over, Aunt Elaine," Peter ordered, pushing Steve toward the beautiful, bound redhead. "Touch your fucking toes, you big-titted old witch!"

Tears made glistening tracks down Elaine's pretty, haughty face, but she bent over as her nephews approached her.

Other boys crowded close to get a good look at what was going to happen, but Elaine's attention was focused on her three nephews.

They were going to fuck her with a broom! Elaine grasped her ankles tightly, clenching her eyes shut as Peter, Roger and Steve took up positions behind her. Roger flipped the ragged ends of her dress up over her ass, then pulled them along her body until the jet-black material pooled in the small of her back. Boys laughed and jeered at the sight of her lush, perfect asscheeks framed by the sexy black garters. The contrast between her milky white flesh and the dark ribbons of cloth made even the boys who had already fucked her feel as though they might cum any second.

"Witch," Steve muttered, his face feverish with lust. "Ride your broom, witch. Ride your fucking broom, Aunt Elaine!"

Elaine trembled. She had seen the look of anger and lust in his young face. She knew that the afternoon of violence and sex had whipped him into a state where he was as dangerous as his older brothers. As young and inexperienced as Steve was, he might ram the whole, ghastly length of the broom inside her.

The frightened, sex-crazed woman knew that she would die with the first awful plunge of the three-foot stalk up her tiny cunt.

She yelped at the first contact of the wooden shaft against her tender inner thighs. Her cunt was gushing hot pussy juice. Her long, shapely legs were trembling with fear and exhaustion and uncontrollable passion. Cunt juice sparkled along her swollen pink pussylips and streamed down her trembling white thighs. More plopped straight down from her quivering cunt to soak the floor beneath her.

The boys whooped and laughed, and Elaine burned with the disgrace of having her lust so obscenely revealed.

"Halloween," Roger whispered evilly, bending down close to Elaine's face. "Time to ride your broom, bitch!"

Steve thrust the broom between her legs with one quick, sure shove, and Elaine screamed with surprise and passion. He hadn't fucked the broom into her cunt as she had suspected. Instead he had slid it between her thighs, rubbing it against her quivering cuntlips.

All along the length of the broom there were knots and spikes of wood, no two the same size or shape, all of them nailed and glued firmly into place. They scraped and sliced and smashed against her cunt in a machine-gun burst of sensation that mixed pain and pleasure into a single debilitating electric shock.

"Yeeeeessssss!" she screamed, the icy, burning, delicious shock of orgasm overloading all her senses. "Yeeeessssss! I'm a cocksucking, piss-drinking witch! Let me ride my broom!"

Steve yanked back the broom, and Elaine shrieked her way through the most devastating orgasm of her life. Her cunt felt as though it was being ripped from her body. Her clit was beaten and scraped by a dozen wooden probes. She clenched her meaty thighs so tight around the broom that Steve could barely shove it back between them. Peter stepped up to help him, and together they slashed it back over her swollen pussylips.

A boy dropped to his knees in front of her, smearing his dripping cock all over her face. Elaine flicked her tongue out over the dirty, leaking cock. She gathered in dewy strands of fuck-lube, rolled them inside her mouth as though they were the grandest delights she had ever tasted. The boy rammed his cock inside her mouth, and the lust-maddened woman took him fully into her throat with a single lunge. Her cheeks hollowed, and she was sucking his cum from him before he had a chance to pull back out.

Her body rocked back and forth as Peter and Steve sliced the studded broom back and forth between her legs. She held onto her ankles as tightly as she could, trying to balance herself on shaky legs and uncertain heels as explosion after explosion of lust wracked her curvy body. Blood was rushing to her head and her cunt, and she felt dizzy, as though she was drifting away. It was as though all the blood in her body had drained to her pussy and head. Her tits throbbed from the loss, aching for attention.

"My tits!" she screamed, pulling her mouth from the boy's fountaining cock. "Somebody hurt my tits! Quick, please, somebody's got to hurt my tits!"

"She's gone nuts!" shouted the boy who was creaming her mouth. "Grab her tits, guys! The old cow's losing her fucking mind!"

Elaine wasn't losing her mind, she'd already lost it.

Boys grabbed her tits. Other boys pawed and tore at the revealed upper slopes of the creamy mounds. Fingers dug under the cruel cloth and found her nipples, and Elaine howled with anguish as they tore and pinched at the tender nubs of flesh. Suddenly her tits felt, terribly, vitally alive. Now she wished she had never drawn their attentions to her big, tender tits.

Cocks rubbed and slapped against her face. She licked and kissed them, but she didn't take any into her mouth. There were so many cocks swinging in front of her that she couldn't make up her mind. She had never dreamed that there could be so many different kinds of cocks in the world. She had never dreamed that she could love them all so much. Long and short, thick and thin, she wanted them all equally.

Her tongue whipped over the cocks in front of her. She kissed and nibbled them. She ran her tongue over the heavy veins that lined each cock stalk, slurped her lips wetly over her mushrooming cockheads. She bit playfully at balls, dribbled spit down the shuddering cockshafts so she could lick it back up.

Boys poked their cocks into her ears, dragged them over her cheeks and eyes and forehead. Boys rubbed their cocks over the back of her neck, and when one of them shot his load, Elaine quivered with pleasure at the way the sticky slime dribbled down over her throat and jaw.

Boys grabbed her hands them off her ankles and placing them over their hard throbbing cocks. Elaine almost toppled over, but boys grabbed her by her tits and arms to hold her in place, and she went to work jerking the boys off. She pumped her hands up and down the twitching pricks, caught fuck-lube in her palms and spread it slickly over the fevered lengths of the cocks. She tickled their balls with her long fingernails and rolled her thumbs over their leaking piss-slits. Within moments, the boys were shooting streamers of milky white jism all over her face.

"Get out of the way!" Roger growled to the boys who were mauling Elaine's huge, hanging tits. They had dragged the giant, silky mounds of flesh free of her dress. "She said she wanted somebody to hurt her tits, not play with 'em like a bunch of babies. Give me some fucking room!"

Elaine looked down at her nephew, groaning in fear and anticipation when she saw the huge book he was holding in his hands. It was a giant tome, bigger than any book she had ever seen, bound in age-cracked, tattered leather. What sent chills of excitement and fear racing through her body was the fact that Roger was holding the book open, and that he was moving it toward her dangling right tit like a huge set of evil jaws. She knew what he was going to do with the book, and she shook with fearful lust.

"Magic Spells and Rituals," Roger said gleefully, reading the title off the books spine. "Every good bitch needs a spellbook. You're a triple-D bitch, Aunt Elaine, and this looks like a triple-D book to me."

He slammed the book shut.

Elaine wailed like a lost soul, writhed as though she were being electrocuted. Pain danced up through her smashed tit and through whole sexy, bowed body.

When Roger let the book fall open she had to look at her tit to make sure it was still attached to her body, and then he was smashing it shut again on the other side. The buxom beauty jerked and twisted as though she had lost her mind.

"You clear on chapter one, Aunt Elaine?" Roger called up to her, his eyes sparkling with evil excitement. "You ready to go to chapter two now?"

Elaine turned her head away from him as he flipped through a few pages and lined up the book with her right tit once more. Just as she turned, a boy's cock exploded against her forehead, and the whole world was washed away in a wave of dirty white cum. Boys grabbed her hands and put them over their cocks. A cock erupted inside her left ear, and now Elaine could barely even hear what was going on around her.

She could still feel the ripping of the studded broom across the swollen lips of her cunt, and she twisted and jerked over the vicious pole of wood as though it was the sweetest cock she'd ever fucked. The wood was soaked with her cunt cream. Pussy juice dripped to the floor from all along the long wooden shaft. The voluptuous redhead's thighs were painted almost white with her cunt cream, and more of the sticky juice had drooled all the way to her ankles. Her cunt made wet, slurping sounds with every plunge of the studded broom across it.

Elaine couldn't believe the pain she was feeling. She couldn't believe the pleasure either. It was as though she was feeling every possible sensation in the world all at the same time. She squirmed and shuddered, held almost immobile by the crowd of boys but still unable to stop her body's shivering. She was covered in a glittering sheen of sweat, and her muscles screamed out in exhausted anguish, but the blistering waves of her orgasms overruled everything else she was feeling.

Roger laughed as he slammed the massive book shut on his aunt's tits. Her tits were huge, and every time he slammed the covers together, her silky tit flesh would bulge out on every side. Shockwaves would shoot through the tit he had slammed, and by the time he opened the book back up, both big mounds of tit flesh would be shaking like so much creamy jelly. Her tits were stained red from the blows he'd dealt them. Her nipples had swollen to almost an inch long, and they were so hard that they looked like they could put a guy's eye out.

Roger shifted the book right between her big tits and slammed it shut on both of them at once. He giggled as he smashed her big tits together.

Elaine shrieked with each assault, but that didn't stop her from cumming. She began to realize, dimly, that the reason she had never enjoyed sex, never had an orgasm, was because she had never been hurt before. It humiliated her, made her so sick that she wanted to kill herself, but the truth was that the pain was turning her on. Being degraded made her even hotter.

Even now, being broom-fucked and tit tortured, with a dozen horny boys smearing their cocks over her face, she longed for the taste of piss. She wanted to beg them for a nasty asshole she could suck.

"Now, witch-bitch!" Steve shouted. "Ride your broom! Fuck this broom, you witch-whore!"

Elaine knew what he was going to do an instant before the broom hit home, but there was nothing she could do about it. When the thick, studded wood shaft gouged its way inside her pussy, she thought that the world had come to an end.

CHAPTER EIGHT

"Nooooo!" she screamed as her feet left the floor and she tumbled over. "Nooooo!"

The pain was beyond imagining. The stab of the broom inside her whipped the breath from her chest, stretched and tore her cunt in ways that didn't seem possible. Elaine flipped over helplessly, losing her grip on the cocks she was pumping and almost landing on top of Roger. Steve followed her relentlessly with the broom, driving it farther inside her pussy as she tumbled over onto her back. She felt the wood tearing its way into her ravaged cunt. She felt the awful spear of the broom pierce her farther than she had ever been fucked before.

"Steve… you sweet… sweet boy!" she whispered. "Don't hurt me anymore… please… please, don't hurt your aunt anymore."

Steve grinned evilly. Almost a foot of studded torture stick was already embedded inside her helpless pink pussy. Now he was going to give her a real taste of hell.

"Lick your tits, whore!" Roger screamed, yanking on her tits while Peter shoved her head forward. "Lick your tits, you dirty slut! Suck on those big old nipples!"

Elaine opened her mouth, washing her tongue over the full, fleshy mountains of her tits. Roger stuffed one of her nipples inside her mouth, and she sucked on it as hard as she could, her eyes wide with pain and terror. The warm, wet feel of her mouth over her tit made her moan with passion. She slurped her way over her heated, tingling tit-flesh, wondering why she had never thought to suck her own tits before. They were certainly big enough and high enough on her chest that she could reach them with no trouble.

"Here you go, Aunt Tit-Witch!" Steve screamed, drawing her attention from her tits back to the horrid broom he was fucking into her cunt. "Now you can ride this fucking broom to Mars!"

Elaine couldn't even scream as he shoved the broom inside her. She tried to close her eyes, but somehow she couldn't tear her horrified gaze away from the impossible spectacle before her. Her youngest nephew was shoving so much of the broom up her cunt!

Steve's young, sweet face was twisted into a demonic snarl as he drove the staff inside her. Elaine felt knotty projectiles of wood tear at her tender pink pussy flesh. Then the tip of the broom hit bottom and the terrible stretching began.

Elaine's beautiful face was drained of color. She began to tremble uncontrollably. Sweat beaded on her body in a solid, shiny sheet. Steve smiled at her torment and shoved the broom in harder.

"Fuck it!" Peter ordered, slapping his long, meaty cock across her lips. "Move that tired old ass, Aunt Elaine! Fuck that big broom prick!"

"Wiggle on it, you tired old whore," Roger snarled, gouging her big, soft tits with one hand while he used the other to poke his cock at her pretty face. "You fucking begged for this, you titsy cow! The least you could fucking do is act like you appreciate it."

"Please…" she whimpered. "Stop… Steve… my pretty little Stevie… please stop it!"

Peter shut her up by sliding his cock into her open, gasping mouth. The sexy redhead gagged, but then she clamped her lips tight around the invading shaft and suckled it like a baby would its bottle. She sucked Peter's prick, trying to drown out the ruining pain of the broom-fuck with the slippery taste of his cock and cum.

"Do you want me to stop, Aunt Witch?" Steve crowed gleefully down at the pain-wracked beauty. "Then confess. The only time they stop torturing witch bitches is when they fucking confess!"

"I confess!" Elaine screamed, twisting in a desperate, vain attempt to escape the unnatural attack on her body. "I confess, Steve! Oh please stop, I confess."

"Confess to being a dirty, lying, evil bitch!" Steve screamed as he jammed the broom deeper inside her. "Tell everybody what a dirty, lying, evil bitch you are!"

"I am!" Elaine screeched around a mouthful of Peter's cock. It was hard to talk through the terrible pain she was feeling, but she would do anything to stop the killing torture. "I'm such a dirty bitch! I'm a liar, too! Evil! I'm evil! I'm a dirty, lying, evil bitch!"

Peter giggled and winked at Roger at the savage way their younger brother was torturing their beautiful aunt. Steve was proving himself even tougher on their slutty bitch of an aunt than either of them.

Elaine cried out with agony as Steve dropped down, sitting between her lush, kicking legs. He pulled on the broom, letting much of his weight dangle from the bristled tip. More of the studded torture stick bulled its way into Elaine's pain-soaked, stretched-out cunt. She gasped in horror when she saw that she was taking almost two feet of the terrible broom inside her.

She could feel the tip of the broom pushing at her cervix, stretching every pore and wrinkle inside her tender pussy. Steve wasn't even fucking her with it now. He was simply pushing it farther and farther inside her, using every ounce of his strength to try to impale the whole length of it inside her body. Elaine knew that her baby-faced nephew would kill her if he kept trying.

"Confess to being a whore!" he screamed, squirming his crotch under her ass as he dragged inch after pain-filled, pussy-tearing inch of the torture broom inside her. "Confess to fucking men for their money. Confess to using men like they were fucking dogs! That's wrong, isn't it?"

"I'm a whore!" Elaine cried. Her mouth was full of spit and fuck lube, and it bubbled out from her lips as she cried out her degrading confession. "I always fucked men for their money… I used them – oh, I'm so sorry, Steve! Pretty Steve… I won't use men like dogs anymore! I'll be the dog!"

"Bark like a dog, then, Aunt Tits!" Peter growled, fucking his cock into her throat until her nose was buried in his cock hair and his balls were draped over her chin. He pulled back. "Bark like a dog, cumbag!"

Elaine wanted to die. She knew she had reached the bottom now.

"Woof!" she yelped, her eyes rolling back in her head as Steve forced another impossible inch of the broom inside her. "Woof! Woof!"

Peter pulled his cock from her mouth as she barked, slapping his spit-slick prick over her pretty, soiled face.

Boys closed in on every side to laugh and spit on the gorgeous redhead as she barked for their amusement. Roger leaned over and spit directly into her open, gasping mouth, and then it became a game for the boys to see who could spit down her throat. Through it all, the conquered beauty kept barking. And through it all, Steve plunged the fuck-broom deeper inside her.

"I'm going to fuck these titties," Roger said, sliding over and straddling his sexy aunt's heaving ribs. "Push your tits together, Aunt Elaine! Push those titties together so I can fuck you good."

Elaine was completely broken now, submissive in every way. The murderous pain of the broom-fucking had demolished the last of the old Elaine Peterson. What was left was a cringing, obedient slave girl. She was nothing now except a fucktoy for her nephews and their mob of friends.

She pushed her tits together over Roger's cock and even tried to lift her bound, battered body off the ground to meet his tit-fucking lunges.

"Confess to being a big-titted cow!" Steve shouted. He slid toward her until his cock was nestled in the crack of her ass, pulling the broom down as he moved. "Confess to being a titsy pig! Come on, tell us what kind of a fucking sow you are!"

"I'm a pig!" Elaine babbled. "I'm a bigtitted hog! An old, fat uddered cow! I always used my tits to get men to do what I wanted! They're big cow's tits! I'm sorry I used them wrong! I'm sorry!"

Elaine squirmed on the floor as Roger's cock slid slickly between her giant tits. Peter rolled his cock over her gasping face, making her kiss and lick it. Other boys were spitting on her, and whenever some of their spit splattered on Peter's cock, he made her tongue it away.

The broom felt as though it had torn through her pussy, had poked a jagged hole clear through her chest. It felt as though the tip of the broom was lodged between her tits now, jabbing her lungs and keeping her from drawing a breath. Her clit, too, felt as though it had been shoved deep inside her. It seemed to be far up inside her stomach, still buzzing and wriggling like a tiny electrode.

"No… please, please no!" she whispered, her body quaking with disgust. She was about to cum.

Steve smiled at her desperate pleading. Then he buried his cock up her helpless asshole. As he did, he pulled down on the broom with every ounce of strength he had left. Something popped deep inside his sexy aunt's squirming body, and six more inches of the broom slipped inside her. At the same time Steve pounded all seven inches of his cock into her slippery, swollen shitter.

"Killing me!" she screamed. Every tendon in her body stood out like steel cords as the boy fucked cock and broom inside her. "Killing me! Killing me!"

It was too much. It was more than any woman should have to endure.

Peter was rolling his cock over her face as Roger clamped his hands over hers and was smashing her tits together until daggers of tearing pain ripped everywhere through the firm, fleshy mounds. She was splattered with the spit of a hundred other boys. And worst of all, she was being fucked up the ass while getting a broom shoved up her cunt.

It felt as though she was having a baby. Almost two feet of unyielding wooden stake was wedged inside her. She knew that the tiny hole at her cervix was hugging around the tip of the broom now, and that Steve had pierced her more deeply with the horrid weapon than any woman was meant to be fucked. She could feel the terrible friction between the boy's cock and the handle of the broom, and she wondered if the thin wall between her cunt and asshole was being torn asunder.

But she was cumming.

Steve stabbing his cock up her ass had done it. Now the orgasm was building past the point of no return. Her hips hitched off the floor as she drove her ass up off the ground to meet the twin, punishing thrusts of broom and cock. And then she was screaming with damned pleasure.

"She's cumming!" one of the boys watching shouted, sounding as if he didn't believe it. "The sexy old whore's getting off on it!"

"Oh fuck!" another boy gasped. "That's it, man, she's got to go for the whole trip! Any slut that cums while something like that's happening is a real bitch! She wants everything!"

"Confess that you love this," Steve screamed. He fucked the broom in and out of his squirming sexy aunt's cunt. "Confess that you're a cock-hungry whore! Confess that you love getting tortured and fucked until you can't stand up!"

"I do!" Elaine screamed. She whipped her tongue over Peter's cock, arched her chest up against Roger's prick while she squeezed her tits together. "I confess that I'm a whore! I confess that I'm a slut! I want you to beat me up! Torture me! Torture my asshole and pussy! And torture my titties! Please torture my big cow tits!"

Elaine's body was on fire. It was as though someone had given her a gasoline enema and set it alight.

She screamed while Peter rolled his dripping cock over her face. She tore at her tits while Roger drove his burning, slippery cock between them. She bucked and twisted while Steve fucked his cock into her ass and the broom into her cunt.

She had never felt anything like this before. Her cunt was quivering and contracting on the broom as though it were the luscious cock of the gentlest lover. Her asshole was flexing on Steve's cock like a damp velvet glove. As she cried out, she flicked her tongue out to swipe at Peter's slippery cock.

"Confess that you're a cumbag!" Steve screamed, almost overcome with feelings of pleasure and power. "Confess that you're a dirty old jizzbucket! Confess that you're a bigtitted slime queen! Confess!"

Lightning shot through the sexy redhead. One huge dark orgasm was thundering through her body, destroying everything in its path. Elaine's sleek, curvy body shuddered as the climax demolished her, her eyes rolling back in her head and spit drooling from her lush, parted lips. The orgasm rumbled through her, devastating her mind and body.

"I'm a cumbag…" Elaine husked. "A dirty cumbucket… that's all I'm good for! Just a slut to cum on… cum in… I'm a fat uddered old cumcow!"

Roger's cock began to belch cum up through the silky valley of her tits. Gluey white cock-cream slapped against her throat and chin and lips. Elaine keened with surprise and excitement, then began to spread the juicy jism all over her tits and face. A moment later a wad of thick cum hit her under her right eye with the force of a hammer blow. Peter was cumming too, aiming his prick straight at her face as he unloaded his cream-filled balls.

Elaine gurgled with insane glee as the two boys drowned her in their gooey fuck slime. She rubbed her hands over her tits as Roger turned the valley between her tits into a river of jism. She scooped white hot cum from her cheeks and chin, then sucked her fingers clean, relishing the salty taste. Peter squirted a heavy load of cum right onto her wagging pink tongue, and Elaine rolled it around in her mouth before she swallowed it down.

Her hips drove up off the floor to meet the savage thrusts of Steve's cock and the savaging broom. He battered her even harder, slamming the broom inside her pussy as he drew back with his cock, then bulling his way into her ass as he pulled the broom back for another attack.

The terrible orgasm still stormed through her squirming, straining body, building stronger with each passing instant.

Boys stepped up, excited beyond control by the lewd sex show the gorgeous redhead was putting on. They splashed more cum over Elaine's face and tits, filling her mouth, streaking the black wig with stripes of silver. Her huge tits resembled snow-capped mountains. The stream of cum that trickled through the valley between her tits became a raging river as more boys bombarded her with their heavy loads of cum.

She swallowed all the cum that squirted into her mouth, rubbed jism into her perfect tits and over her pretty face. She looked up at the world through a milky haze of cum, and she gurgled with ecstasy when it burned her crystal-blue eyes.

Suddenly the broom stopped moving inside her cunt. Elaine shrieked with outrage and disappointment. Then she felt the burning rush of jism in her tattered asshole. Steve was cumming. The sensation of his warm, sticky cum blistering its way up through her inflamed shitter was driving her mad.

"Cum!" she screamed, thrashing wildly on the jerking cock. "Cum! Cum cum cum! Cum on me, honey, I'll soak it all up!"

Steve dropped the broom and locked his hands around Elaine's lush hips. He beat her with his cock, knocking her along the floor with one shattering plunge after another. His balls were swollen with cum, and he filled her asshole until gooey jism was spilling back out over her quivering asscheeks. Still he poured more cock cream inside her, scouring her insides with his burning fuck juice. Elaine screamed and thrashed, her monstrous orgasm exploding into a final conflagration inside her.

"Confess that you're a gutter, Aunt Witch!"

Steve screamed, his voice high and whiny as he blasted his cum up her asshole. "Confess that you love piss! Confess that you're a toilet, Aunt Elaine! You'd even like us to shit on you, wouldn't you, you sewer slut?"

"Yesssss!" Elaine howled, like a wild, wounded beast. She writhed on the floor like a demented go-go dancer. "I'm a dirty toilet! I'm a filthy old gutter whore! I love your piss! I'd love your shit even more!"

"Piss on you!" Steve screamed, almost as crazed as his aunt with the power he had over her luscious body. "Piss on you, you dirty witch whore!"

Elaine yowled as Steve shot a burning river of piss up her reamed, tender asshole. He was burning her alive, burning her from the inside out. It was making the orgasm tear through her even harder.

Roger and Peter sprayed her face with piss, washing away the coat of cum that had glossed her pretty features silver. Elaine let them fill her mouth, swallowed piss and let piss cascade out over her lips with equal abandon. She was caught in the grip of a climax that seemed to be tearing her insides apart.

From what seemed to be a million miles away, there was a knocking at the door.

"Trick or treat!" some voices called.

"Trick-or-treaters," Peter said, winking at Roger. "It's about time some of 'em got here."

"Yeah," Roger agreed. He grabbed Elaine by one arm, grinning at the way her body still shuddered. She was out of her fucking mind. "Come on, Aunt Stupid. You can't let them trick-or-treaters go away sad."

"That's right," Peter added, helping his brother pull their dazed, gorgeous aunt to her feet. He handed her a plastic jack-o'-lantern filled with candy. "It's time to start Halloween."

Elaine couldn't walk, but the boys were willing to drag her. She couldn't carry the jack-o'-lantern so Peter draped it over her arm. The terrible orgasm the boys had started inside her was still whirling, still twisting her body and mind into knots. She couldn't seem to move right, or breathe right, or even think right.

The boys leaned her against the door and retreated back into the living room, and she cried at the burning inside her pussy, the burning she was beginning to think might never go away.

She knew what she wanted. She needed someone to fuck her so badly. No scandal or shame in the world could equal that terrible desire.

She pushed the door open.

CHAPTER NINE

"Trick or treat!" they shouted as Elaine swung the door wide open.

"I… ohhhhh!" the sexy redhead moaned, rubbing her thighs wetly against each other and trying to focus her piss-stung eyes. "I'm a fat sewer slut. Do you want to fuck me?"

"What?" Suddenly a larger frame stepped in front. "Is there something the matter with you?"

Elaine vaguely recognized the voice she was hearing. It was Diane something or other, the wife of one of the executives who lived up the hill. She was young and tall and platinum blonde, with the kind of willowy figure and athletic good looks that turned on the country club set. Elaine had once given her husband, who was sixty if he was a day, a quickie at his office. In return she'd gotten some special tips about an aerospace company whose stock was about to split. That half-hour office call had netted Elaine a couple hundred thousand dollars.

She'd always suspected Diane had known about the fuck, though, and so she had always avoided her. Besides, there was something about her icy, Nordic beauty that made Elaine a little nervous.

"I said, what's the matter?" Diane leaned toward the dazed, sexy redhead. She was wearing a cat costume that was little more than a skin-tight, half-transparent black leotard, whiskers, ears and sharp plastic claws. "Are you sick, or has something happened, or…"

Diane's voice trailed off as she got a closer look at the chesty, sexy redhead. She saw the streaks of silvery cum that still sparkled in the black wig. She smelled the odors of cunt and cock and piss. She sensed Elaine's confusion and excitement. When she spotted the drying cum that striped the valley between Elaine's bountiful tits, she smiled.

"Here's your candy, kids," she said, pulling the plastic pumpkin off Elaine's unresisting arm and handing it back to the children behind her. "Elaine's a little sick, and I'm going to put her to bed. You go on to the next house if you want."

They could go to the next city for all Diane cared. They were the kids from her husband's third through fifth marriage. She was just thankful that he was too old and she was too careful to add any of her own to the litter.

"Diane," Elaine whimpered, trying to regain her composure and ground out the lust that was burning through her. "You've got to help me. I've been…"

"You're a bitch!" Diane cut her off simply. She looked over her shoulder, caught a glimpse of Roger and Peter. "And you're her nephews, aren't you? Dressed a bitch as a witch, huh? Pretty cute. I hope you fucked her over real good."

Knowing they had been spotted, Elaine's nephews stepped through to the hallway.

Peter smiled. "She's been treating our mom and dad like shit. And we know that she hates men. She is a real bitch. I mean, she deserves everything we did to her."

Elaine realized with a sudden, mad hope that the three boys were uncertain now, almost frightened by Diane's calm self-assurance. This was her one chance to escape the terrible bondage the boys had forced her into.

"Please!" she cried to the elegant blonde. "Please save me from – noooooo!"

Diane scooped Elaine's big tits into the open and sank her plastic claws into her nipples. She ground her false nails harder and harder into the tender flesh, and the voluptuous redhead sank to her knees in a desperate, futile attempt to escape the tearing agony. Only when she was on her knees in front of the icy blonde did Diane release her. She was still smiling.

"If you boys know all that, then you also know how she makes her money. Well I think she balled my husband once, and even though I'm certainly not jealous about what the old bastard does, I don't like any two-bit bimbo fucking around with my meal ticket. I don't give a shit what you do to her, but right now I want to have some fun of my own. You kids can watch, and so can your friends who think they're hiding in the living room. Keep your hands to yourself though. I might want some teenage cock sometime, but right now it's payback time, and I'm going solo with the bitch here."

"Sure thing," Peter said, a smile spreading across his face. "You bet. And you know, after tonight she'll always be here. And she sure couldn't turn you down after what you've seen tonight."

"Good point, kid," Diane said, stripping off her bodysuit, then peeling her stockings down her long, shapely legs. "Now let me give you one. You can tell Miss Tits here has gotten her ass gang-banged off from a mile away. And some of the kids' parents might not know what a deserving whore this titsy cow is. You could get in trouble with that shit."

Elaine started crying again. She couldn't help herself. It seemed as though the whole world had joined forces in a single effort to turn her into a fucktoy. Dozens of boys had already fucked her mouth and cunt and ass. Now the blonde bitch from up the hill was going to make her perform like some mindless, pretty sex doll.

Her body shook with the force of her weeping, but the movement only re-ignited the molten waves of orgasm that were still erupting inside her. She cried even louder as her climax shook its way through her.

"I think you know what I want you to do, Elaine," Diane said softly. She hooked a finger under the bowed beauty's chin and lifted her face up. "The better a job you do, the less I'm going to hurt you. Do you understand me?"

Elaine looked up at the cool, cruel blonde. She was gorgeous, and Elaine felt a mixture of shameful desire and burning jealousy.

Diane was tall and slender, her body sleek and athletic. Her tits were much smaller than Elaine's, but they were full and firm, with sharp pink nipples. Her waist was obscenely narrow, and her pussy was a pale pink, her pussy hair the same golden blonde as the hair on her head.

"Yes," she whispered, her voice trembling with fear and desire. "I understand."

"Good," Diane said with a smile at her easy victory.

She curled one long, shapely leg around the back of Elaine's head and drew the voluptuous beauty's face straight into her cunt.

Elaine opened her mouth as her cheeks brushed against Diane's silky inner thighs. She flickered her wet, pink tongue out over her lips before she had even reached the sugary sweet folds of the blonde's cuntlips. She didn't know what Diane's pussy would taste like, but just the thought of being forced to suck another woman's cunt filled her with lust and shame.

"Oooh!" Diane groaned, her voice throaty with sudden passion as Elaine lashed her tongue over her soft, pink pussylips. "Yesssssssss! You like eating pussy, don't you? Oh, keep licking! Lips and tongue and – ohhh yesss, use your teeth too!"

Elaine almost gagged on her first taste of cunt. She thought Diane had to have just douched her pussy, because there was a faintly metallic taste, and a slippery warmth that smelled of a woman's deepest, dampest recess. She smelled of wild roses, roses that Elaine knew must bloom the same color as Diane's pale pink pussylips. But the reality of plunging her face right into another woman's filthy fuck-hole still made Elaine want to throw up.

Instead she wiggled her tongue and let her face be pulled deeper into the damp, scented cleft of Diane's pussy. And Elaine's own cunt began to squirm in perfect rhythm with the sweet pussy she was sucking.

"Look at her go!" Steve shouted, still excited from the turn he'd just had with his sexy aunt. "She wants it with women as bad as she wants it with men! What a sleazy fucking whore!"

"But talented," Diane husked, tearing the black wig off Elaine's head and then tangling her fingers in the bright red hair beneath. "Such a natural little slut with her sweet little mouth!"

Elaine had thought she was beyond shame, but she blushed at the way Diane talked about her. It was as though she was just a piece of meat or an animal trained to do some special trick. She wept at the depth of her desecration and lashed her tongue over the pink inner folds of Diane's sweet pussy.

No mental defense against this perverted act could keep her excitement from building. Diane was so soft and sweet and beautiful. It was such a wonderful change from the hard, dirty bodies of the boys. And Diane's pussy tasted so wonderful, her cunt cream like some delicious nectar. Elaine let her face be pushed farther and deeper into that sweet slit, kissing and licking and nibbling over every inch of velvety warm cunt-flesh. When she found Diane's tiny clit, she thought she'd found paradise.

Elaine flicked her tongue over the tiny bud, then clamped her lips tightly around it. She sucked Diane's clit into her mouth, squirming her lips over it while she lathered it with her tongue. It was like a tiny, beautiful cock, and Elaine wanted to give it the most fabulous blow job in the history of cocksucking. She soaked it in her spit and then sucked the spit away. She lashed it with her tongue and nibbled at it with her teeth. She blew on it and squirmed her lips from its tip to its base.

Diane went wild.

She screeched as a sudden orgasm swept through her lean, tawny body. She flexed the muscles in the leg she had hooked around Elaine's head as she pulled and twisted Elaine's bright red hair until some of it tore out in her fingers. She arched back, thrusting her sweet, full tits toward the ceiling, then bent low over her fawning plaything, her flat stomach roiling with the force of her climax. Her face turned red and she gasped for breath. And then she came again.

Elaine dragged her lower lip back and forth over Diane's throbbing clit. At the same time she stiffened her tongue and fucked it as far up Diane's luscious pussy as she could. Pain tore through her head from the way the blonde yanked at her hair.

Pussy juice washed over her face in waves, flowed into her open mouth in a waterfall of lust. Elaine sucked it down eagerly, her own orgasm flaring to new heights at the musky, meaty taste. Diane's sweet pussy was squirming over her face, massaging her with its excitement. Elaine wanted to go on sucking the blonde's cunt forever.

"Dirty little whore!" Diane muttered as her second orgasm crested inside her. Another was already starting to build. "You sweet little whore. If I'd known you were this easy and this good, I'd have made you my little slave a long time ago."

With a girlish giggle, Diane lifted her other leg up and swung it over Elaine's shoulder. Liquid pain flowed down through the sexy redhead's exhausted body as the tall, sleek blonde settled her full weight atop her.

Now Elaine's head was completely trapped between Diane's silky thighs, her face plunged fully into the marshy trough of Diane's pink pussy. Carrying the blonde atop her shoulders made every muscle in Elaine's worn-down body scream pain but she didn't topple forward. Instead, she fucked her tongue even deeper into the cruel bitch's cunt and slurped down more of her sweet pussy cream.

Diane was cumming again in seconds, and she bucked and hunched against Elaine's captive face. Icy lances of pain knifed through Elaine's shoulders and neck and back. She wavered back and forth, almost falling a dozen times. Still she whipped her tongue deep inside Diane's pussy and squirmed her lips over the blonde's wriggling clit.

By the time Diane dismounted her face, Elaine was splattered with sticky pussy cream. It stained her hair and covered her face. Even her throat and tits were splattered with the cream of Diane's orgasm.

"Oh, you did that just right," Diane whispered, her voice filled with delight and menace. "You made me feel sooooo good. You know, it's only fair that I make you feel good too. I don't want to leave my titsy little cuntlapper all heated up."

Elaine trembled with delight at the thought that Diane was being truthful. It would be so wonderful to have her pussy licked and kissed until all the terrible hurt the boys had caused was a hundred miles away. But she could tell by the look in Diane's hard gray eyes that the blonde was only going to torture her more. She started crying again, like a helpless, frightened child.

"Stop sniveling!" Diane snapped, running her hand down over her flat, silky stomach and playing her plastic claws gently over her pink cuntlips. "Take off your dress. Leave on the garters and heels. And lay back. I'm going to make you, sweet thing. I'm going to make you like you've never been made before."

Elaine stripped off the dress, knowing how shameful she must look without it. Her tits still stood up firm and full, now completely bared. The black garters and dark stockings would be a stark contrast to her pale, creamy skin, and the heels would make her lush legs look even longer and sexier.

She leaned back on the floor, still sobbing with fear, still twitching with the burning need.

Her bright red hair fanned out around her beautiful face. She spread her legs, because she knew that was what Diane would want.

"Oh, those nasty boys really did a number on you," Diane hissed. She dropped between Elaine's widespread thighs and closely inspected her pussy and ass. "What did they do, sweet thing, shoot a bazooka up that pretty pussy? Oh wow! Some of those mean little boys must have cocks like elephants. I think I could drive my car right up your asshole. Don't worry. You'll live. And I'll make it all so much better."

With a speed and ease that the dazed redhead could scarcely believe, Diane had unfastened the chains that hooked her wrists and ankles together. She made Elaine sit up and chained her wrists together behind her back. Only then did she re-fasten the chains to her ankles, drawing the sexy slave's feet back behind her and spreading her thighs painfully far apart. Some of the boys whooped and applauded at Diane's efficiency, and she flashed them a model's smile. Then she turned her attention back to Elaine.

"I'm going to make you feel wonderful," she sneered, the promise sounding like a threat.

CHAPTER TEN

Elaine trembled helplessly as Diane leaned over her. She almost screamed with surprise when the svelte blonde pressed their mouths together and shot her tongue into Elaine's mouth. The voluptuous redhead hadn't been kissed through the whole horrible night, and the feel of Diane's lips against her own, Diane's tongue washing softly through her mouth, made an orgasm slam through her exhausted body. She wanted to weep at how effortlessly she could be made to cum, like an animal conditioned to respond on cue, but she also shook with the pleasure Diane's mouth was giving her.

Diane's hands wandered across Elaine's huge, firm tits, her plastic claws teasing across the tender, creamy flesh. Suddenly she tightened her hands into fists, digging the claws deep into Elaine's helpless tits.

Pain tore through the chained redhead. She screamed up into Diane's wetly clasping mouth. Diane giggled in return, then she sucked on Elaine's tongue while she savagely clawed the redhead's luxuriant tits. Then she slammed her knee into Elaine's battered pussy and sent an earthquake of pain-drenched excitement through her captive body.

Diane ground Elaine into the floor, squirming her lithe, tawny body powerfully against the voluptuous redhead. She dragged her fake claws down Elaine's beautiful tits, tearing at them as though she wanted to rip them to pieces. She let loose of Elaine's tongue and thrust her own tongue deep into Elaine's mouth, tongue-raping her while she proved her mastery over the conquered beauty. She slammed her knee repeatedly into Elaine's already battered cunt, jolting the redhead's body and sending mind-bending waves of agonizing lust splashing through her.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Diane asked, pulling her mouth off Elaine's and staring down at her with pure evil in her eyes. "Tell me how good it feels, you titsy whore. You think you're such a hot-assed slut with these fat cow tits of yours. Well you're nothing, bitch. Tell me you love the way I'm tearing you up."

Elaine thrashed wildly as another climax twisted its way through her tortured body. She looked up at the sadistic blonde with blank, glazed eyes. All she could think of was how beautiful Diane was, how silky her hair and how perfect her face. Diane looked like a Goddess, and Elaine knew that whatever the Goddess wanted to do to her must be all right.

"Tear up my titties!" she wailed. "They're so fat and big and ugly! Your titties are so much prettier than mine! You're so beautiful and I'm such a fucking ugly slut! It feels so good when you hurt me!"

Diane giggled wildly and tore her claws down over Elaine's burning tits. She clawed down farther, over the flat, quivering plane of Elaine's stomach, over the creamy softness of her flanks. She slammed her knee into Elaine's cunt and laughed louder when she heard the wet, squishing sounds that betrayed the captive redhead's passion. Then she was dragging her claws over the full curve of Elaine's hips and down to the soft, full moon of her ass.

"Now, tits," Diane said coldly. "I'm going to make you in a way you're never going to forget."

Elaine screeched when Diane's mouth closed over the puffy pink lips of her cunt. She shrieked when the evil blonde ripped her claws across the tender cheeks of her ass. Then she felt Diane's lips and tongue working inside her pussy and she could only moan with pleasure.

Diane ate her pussy like an expert, teasing her tongue over the inner folds of Elaine's cunt while she squirmed her lips over her swollen cuntlips. Elaine whimpered with growing lust, her hips bucking up off the floor. Fresh fuck cream flooded through her cunt and her clit buzzed back to life.

"You love it, tits," Diane growled, whipping her tongue over the captive beauty's swampy pussy. "You love this shit, and you're never going to be able to pretend you don't again. Too many people know what a slut you are now."

Diane's words blistered their way through Elaine's lust-drenched brain. The buxom redhead shivered with fear at the idea that so many people would know about the night of sex and torture she had suffered here tonight. Her nephews, Diane, all the other boys. And how many more people would they tell?

All her life Elaine had controlled everyone around her. Now she would be the lowest of the low, a slave girl for anyone who wanted some quick, dirty sex.

Diane slipped a finger up Elaine's reamed-out asshole, making the voluptuous redhead jerk and squeal. She fucked the finger in and out while she lathered Elaine's cunt with her tongue and lips. With her other hand, she clawed at the squirming beauty's tits and stomach, sometimes pinched her claws deep into the shackled sexpot's ass. She smiled as another climax rumbled through Elaine's beautiful, conquered body.

As she felt the bitch's orgasm start to subside, she slipped a second finger up her asshole. Elaine yelped like a whipped dog, shaking wildly. Her asshole pulled snugly around the two pistoning fingers, already shrunk back to its normal proportions after all the ass-banging the boys had given her. Diane could tell that two fingers weren't enough to hurt the sexy redhead. But three fingers would start to do the job.

Elaine was on fire, inside and out. Diane was transforming her cunt into a volcano. It was spewing molten pussy cream out over her swollen cuntlips and down over her flexing asscheeks. The fire ran up inside her stomach and through her tits. Even her head felt hot, as though she was in the grip of some terrible fever.

Diane's claws were lighting Elaine's creamy skin on fire. Every slash of the plastic claws on her wriggling tits and stomach sent bursts of fiery anguish blazing through her body. It was as though she were being hit with tiny lines of napalm, her skin ripped open by explosions and liquid fire springing to life in the wounds. She had thought her nephews and their friends had battered and broken her past the point of feeling anything, but Diane had whipped her into a frenzy of lust and pain with ease.

Diane drove a third finger into Elaine's asshole, giggling when the sexy slave girl grunted with pain and tried to twist her hips away from the fat intruder. She let Elaine's thick cunt broth pool in her palm, then angled her head so that the slippery juice would drench all her fingers. Then she slipped her little finger alongside her first three and drove her hand home.

Elaine screamed, as long and loud as she had during the first horrible moments of her nephews' attack on her in the exercise room. She jerked her ass a foot off the floor, twisting and bucking in a desperate attempt to escape Diane's brutal four-finger-fuck. Her asshole felt as though it had been spread around the fat end of a baseball bat, as though someone was boring her open with a power drill. She felt her tender, battered shitter tear under the greatest strain she had ever known.

"Diane!" she shrieked, not quite knowing what she should say next. She had to stop Diane from shoving her fingers up her asshole. She had to. "Diane, please oh please! You're tearing me apart! Stop, please stop!"

Diane giggled louder. She felt drunk with the power she held over the titsy red-headed beauty. She hadn't felt so wild, so sexually excited, since she had been a teenager. She cupped her thumb under her four fingers and drove her whole hand up inside the chained bitch's straining shitter.

"Nooooooo!" Elaine howled, drumming her feet against the floor, thrashing her head from side to side. She could feel the bone of Diane's wrist as it popped through the outer ring of her asshole. "Nooooooo! This can't be happening! This isn't happening! Please, Diane, stop this before I die!"

"Die then, you titsy cow!" Diane screamed, exploding with her own orgasm as she fucked the helpless redhead's supple body. "Cum and die, bitch! This is the way you deserve to go, with a fist up your fucking asshole and a mouth on your dirty twat!"

Elaine whimpered like a beaten, frightened child. Diane bulled her hand up Elaine's asshole until half her forearm was buried inside the flexing, stretched-out hole. She jerked her arm back, digging her claws into the flesh of Elaine's shitter every inch of the way out. Then she slammed her arm right back in.

Elaine was shaking uncontrollably, no longer able to control her muscles. She was like a puppet whose strings had been cut, like an epileptic in the midst of a seizure. Even the pussy-ruining broom-fuck hadn't prepared her for the agony she was feeling now.

Diane's forearm was bursting her asshole wide open, and her sharp claws were ripping it to shreds. Suddenly Diane's licking and kissing was replaced with the vicious bite of her teeth. When Diane chomped down on the wriggling bud of Elaine's clit, the sexy redhead almost died.

"All right!" Roger yelled. "Tear her up! Shit, we've been going easy on the old whore."

"Eating me!" Elaine shrieked, trying to twist away from the teeth and claws that were torturing her curvy body. "Eating me up! Eating me up!"

Diane grabbed one of Elaine's cuntlips between her teeth and shook her head like an animal tearing into its prey. She let loose of the cunt lip and bit back down on the redheaded bitch's clit, grinding her teeth back and forth until she could feel the flesh start to tear. Then she turned her attention to Elaine's soft inner thighs, biting them over and over until the soft white flesh was a reddened battleground of teeth marks.

All the while she thrust her arm as far as she could up the squirming beauty's asshole. She wiggled her fingers around in the tight sheath as she plunged her arm inside, ripped at the soft, humid flesh with her claws as she pulled her hand back out.

Elaine jerked and twisted like a dying woman with each savaging in and out, but Diane didn't care. The gorgeous redheaded bitch might think she was dying, she might even be dying, but Diane knew that she was also doing something else. She was cumming.

Diane clenched her free hand into a tight fist over first one bulging, creamy tit and then the other. She pounded her fist into the rubbery mounds, then clawed and hit Elaine's flat, silky stomach. She was raping the sexy whore's tits and asshole and cunt all at the same time. And both of them were cumming with the excitement.

"Cumming!" Elaine screamed. "Cumming! No, not now, please not now!"

"Now!" Diane screamed, letting loose of Elaine's tits and driving that hand into her cunt in one sure, savage blow. "Right now, heifer!"

Elaine fell limp against the floor. Her hips rocked back and forth under the blows of Diane's fists in her ass and cunt. Her arms and legs twitched. Her mouth fell limply open and her eyes glazed over. Her tits rose and fell with the rhythm of her ragged, whistling breaths. The muscles in her silky stomach worked in sporadic, futile attempts to dispel the unnatural invaders of her ass and pussy. It was as though her body had been short-circuited, had blown a fuse from an overload of sex and pain.

"Cumming! Cumming! Cumming!" she hissed, a wide delirious smile spreading across her lips as Diane pummeled her cunt and asshole.

Pussy juice was everywhere. It poured from her cunt by the gallon. Diane's pistoning fists splattered it through the air. Elaine's red-haired cunt bush was matted flat with pussy cream. Her stomach was streaked with cunt juice, the tiny cup of her navel filled to the brim. Her thighs were varnished with her pussy slime, her ass gleaming and the floor beneath her soaked.

Her cunt and asshole pulsed wildly around the thick stalks of Diane's forearms. Diane had never seen so much pussy cream, and she almost envied the titsy bitch for the strength of her climax. To punish her, she pulled both her hands free.

"No!" Elaine screamed, coming up off the floor like a corpse rising from the grave. "Don't stop now! Don't stop now! Please don't leave me empty!"

"Shut up, tits!" Diane shouted, punching Elaine in the face and knocking her back flat on the floor. "Lick my fucking hands clean!"

The dazed, sexy redhead stared up vacantly at the cruel blonde beauty. She could smell cunt and shit on the hands under her nose, and she knew that it was her cunt, her shit, that she was smelling. It didn't matter. Her wet, pink tongue flickered over her lips and she started cleaning.

The taste of shit was terrible. The taste of her cunt wasn't half as sweet as Diane's. And while Elaine was licking and kissing one hand, Diane would slap her tits and face with the other. When Elaine had finally lathered away the last traces of filth from Diane's hands, the sleek blonde scooted up over Elaine until her pretty pink cunt was right on top of her mouth.

"Drink up, cow," Diane said, almost kindly, then started pissing into Elaine's open mouth.

The boys whooped and hollered as they saw the stream of golden piss spurting from Diane's pretty pussy into Elaine's wide open mouth. Elaine tried to block their laughter and mockery from her mind and drink down every drop of Diane's piss.

"Oh you're such a good little whore-cow," Diane said, patting Elaine on her cheek and raising up off her. "I'd give you a little brown present too, but I don't want to get the boys too excited. You might be a gangbang piggie, but I'm a lady." She turned to Elaine's nephews. "Thanks for the treat, kiddies. Sometime you come over by yourselves and I'll pay you back with a real good time. And don't worry about Auntie Tittie, here. When you're at school, I'll be taking real good care of her."

Elaine heard Diane's terrible words. More terrible yet was the fact that they made her cum. Then the svelte, sexy blonde was dressed and gone, and the boys had surrounded her again. She screamed insanely when she saw that there wasn't one limp cock in the house. She also climaxed again.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

"That was pretty hot and heavy, Aunt Elaine," Peter said as he and his two brothers dragged her back into the living room and stripped the chains off her arms and legs. "I hope she was serious about coming back around. I'd sure like to get a shot at that sexy blonde babe."

"And you really ought to love her, whore," Roger said. He dragged a huge wooden of the corner. When Elaine saw what it was, she shivered with fear. "She's got that sweet woman's touch, right, slut? She really made you cream."

"She stuck her whole arm up Aunt Elaine's witchy cunt and asshole," Steve added, picking a big paper bag up off the floor. He pulled something out of it, then handed the bag to his brother. "I almost shot off again just looking."

"No!" Elaine whispered, looking at the cruel wooden stocks they had pulled out for her. She was cumming just looking at it, just imagining how much it would hurt to be locked into it and have the boys take turns using her helpless body. "No! No! No!"

"Look, guys," Peter said as he pulled his unresisting aunt toward the stocks. "We're running kind of late here. Never expected the neighbor to put on such a fucking good show. Now me and Rog and Steve have got a special little good-night fuck for Aunt Tits here, but then we're going to have to close down shop. Shit, some of the guys are already in trouble for being out this late. So while we fuck her, you guys are going to have to get off however you can."

There was some grumbling, but none of the boys tried very hard to argue about it. They realized that Peter and his brothers had done them a favor by letting them in on this action in the first place, and all of them had gotten at least one shot at the gorgeous redhead's cunt or mouth or asshole.

"Bend over, Tits," Peter said, then kicked Elaine's feet out from under her before she could follow his order.

Elaine hit the floor hard, and before the room stopped spinning around her, Roger had grabbed her wrists and pulled her arms high above her head. She felt rough wooden half circles on her wrists, then heard the squeak of rusty hinges as Steve swung shut the wooden stocks. A moment later there was the scratchy click of a padlock, and Elaine knew she was once more bound and helpless.

She pulled, then winced as the pain of the tight, splintery wood cut into her wrists. Then Peter yanked at her feet until she was stretched out painfully on the floor, and Roger pushed another set of stocks into place beneath them. Elaine groaned with shame and fear at how helpless she would be bound hand and foot by the wooden restraints, but she didn't try to fight. Even when Peter wrenched her feet apart so that her body was twisted cruelly, Elaine only whimpered like a beaten dog. She knew Peter had bound her in such a way that both her cunt and ass would be easy to reach.

"Almost ready," Roger said.

He grabbed Elaine by the sides of her head and she wondered frantically what he was doing. Then he jerked her forward and she screamed in pain.

Tears filled her eyes as knives of anguish stabbed through her legs and sides. She didn't see the final stock, the one that hooked over the one that held her hands in place. She felt it, though, locking down over the back of her neck while her throat was crushed painfully into the harsh wood of the first set of stocks. When the lock clamped shut on this one and Roger let go of her head, Elaine slumped almost unconscious against her fetters. She was held inches above the floor, and somehow that seemed the most terrible thing of all.

"Look at this, Aunt Tits," Steve said proudly, walking around in front of her and twisting her head until she was staring directly into his crotch. "We made these special just for you. I bet you're going to just love them."

Elaine wanted to die. No, she thought, she didn't want to die. But surely, if the boys fucked her with the horrible things they were wearing on their cocks, she was going to.

"We each made our own," Steve said proudly, wagging his, and his cock, back and forth. "I think mine is the best, though I guess Roger's is probably the meanest."

Steve was wearing a thin rubber sheath over his cock. At the end of the sheath was a construction that looked like the blades on a helicopter or the decoration on top of a beanie. The blades were made of some sort of very hard-looking plastic, and the edges looked sharp enough to hurt badly.

Each blade was about three inches long and tapered out from no more than a quarter of an inch wide at the base to over an inch wide at the tip. There was a string connected to the rotary, a string that ran back along the rubber and looped around Steve's fingers. It was only when he pulled the string that Elaine understood the full horror of what was going to happen. The blades spun so fast.

"Yeah, Aunt Pisslicker," Peter said, stepping up beside his brother. "Everybody wears masks on their face at Halloween. We figured we'd be a little more original and wear some masks on our cocks."

Peter's rubber was even worse than his brother's. At first Elaine had thought it was nothing more than an ordinary rubber with a grinning devil's head at the tip. Hard plastic, sure, but nothing compared to the torture device his youngest brother had invented. Then she noticed the thin tubing that led back along his cock, and the rubber bladder he was holding in his hand.

When he squeezed the bladder, the horns sprouted from the devil's head and the tongue stuck out from its mouth and she knew she was finished. The horns were almost six inches long and shot in opposite directions from the devil's head. They would spread her cunt almost a foot wide, and the terrified beauty knew that her cunt couldn't stretch that far. The devil's tongue was even longer, shooting straight out from the end of the rubber. Its tip looked needle sharp. Elaine didn't think she was going to survive that terror.

"Here, Aunt Asslicker," Roger said, and with an evil laugh he fitted a pointed black witch's hat down over her head. "Since you don't have your witchy dress on anymore, maybe this will make you feel better."

Then he showed her what his rubber did, and Elaine passed out from the terror.

When she came to she was being fucked, and a half dozen boys were rubbing their cocks over her captive face and hands. As soon as the boys noticed that she was awake, they made her clamp her hands around cocks and take a cock into her mouth. Through the haze of pain that encompassed her squirming body, Elaine hardly noticed. Steve was fucking her, and it was even worse than she had imagined.

The blades of his device weren't spinning yet, but they didn't have to spin to tear her cunt to pieces. Steve was kneeling between her thighs, his strong young hands clamped around her full hips, and he was fucking her to death. The rotary blades on the tip of his cock dragged and scratched at her sore pussy flesh. His big young cock drove the blades deep inside her, and when he pulled back, Elaine was sure he was pulling her cunt out with it. She howled in agony the instant she opened her eyes. Then she realized that she'd made a terrible mistake.

"Rev her up, baby brother!" Roger shouted, dancing around like a savage with his own terrible device hugging his cock. "Take this titsy bitch out for a little spin!"

"Nooooooo!" Elaine shrieked, but by then it was far too late. Steve yanked on his string, and the blades began to spin.

Elaine thought she was screaming, but she couldn't be sure. She twisted helplessly, arched her shoulders and wiggled her legs in a futile, desperate effort to escape the awful pain. She shook her head up and down wildly, exciting the boy who she had been sucking so much that he flooded her mouth with cock cream. The gooey jism flowed out over her chin in a silvery wave.

It was like someone had turned on an electric fan inside her. The blades were whirling in a vicious, cutting circle, beating her tender pussyflesh into so much hamburger. She could feel the give of the plastic, knew that the blades weren't cutting her, but the pain was still too much for her. She kicked and thrashed insanely, and every time one of the blades hit her tiny clit, it was like her heart had been torn from her chest.

She was cumming!

The orgasm tore through her body like a maddened tiger, ripping and snarling and tearing her apart. It was the same feeling she had experienced with Diane earlier, only now it had been magnified a hundred times. She swung back and forth in the harsh restraints of the stocks, cutting her wrists and ankles and neck with her frenzied struggles. Her cunt cream gushed from her pulverized pussy, drenching her thighs and Steve's crotch. Her pussyjuice streamed down over his balls in a rushing waterfall of lust.

Steve groaned and fucked her harder, shattering her body with his savage lunges. He pulled the string again and again, making the rotary blades spin faster and faster.

Elaine's abused pussy grasped at the torturous device like a strong hand, puffing and twisting at the blades until they were bent beyond recognition. She heaved herself back on the cock with every ounce of strength her beaten, wearied body could muster.

She pumped expertly on the two cocks she was holding. She slid her hands over their heated, throbbing lengths until both boys spilled their loads. Her face was no more than three inches away from either of the spurting cocks. Their jism slapped her face on both sides, striped lines of gluey white down both her cheeks.

Another boy pushed his cock over her lips and she accepted his thick rod with a groan of hellish lust. She took him to the root with his first punishing lunge, squirming her lips over the hairy sac of his balls and constricting her throat tightly around the head of his wrist-thick prick.

"Oh gosh!" Steve whimpered, yanking on the string and fucking his gorgeous aunt with uncoordinated, jerky movements. "She's cumming! What a hot old whore! What a dirty slut! Shit, I'm cumming too!"

Elaine shrieked in ecstasy at the unexpected feel of cock cream dousing her battered pussy. She had thought the rubber would catch Steve's jism, but he must have torn a hole at the tip for his cum to shoot through. Her cunt spasmed powerfully around the bent, spinning blades of the torture device, milking every drop of wonderful jism from her nephew's spitting, jerking cock.

"Love it!" she screamed around her mouthful of boy cock. "Love it! Love it!"

Her cunt was smashed to rubble, her asshole was torn and swollen. She had just been fucked with a terrible instrument of torture, and there were still two more of them waiting. The boys had stripped her of every ounce of her dignity, forced her to commit every perverted act imaginable. And still she was cumming, still begging for more.

The boy she was sucking blasted his jism straight down her throat. She choked on the burning cock slime, coughed up a huge mouthful only to have the boy fuck it back down her throat. The two new boys she was beating off came too, plastering her pretty face with their viscous white fuck cream. Elaine felt as though she was caught in a blizzard.

Steve pulled the string again and again, finally pulled it so hard that it tore free from the rubber and slipped from his aunt's cunt. It didn't matter. One of the blades was already broken, and the other two were bent back almost flat from the powerful contractions of the redhead's lust-maddened cunt. The last of his cum dribbled inside her and he pulled his cock out. When he saw what was left of his invention, he whistled in awe.

"Look what she did!" he whispered, turning around to show his cock to his brothers. "Look what her pussy did to my cock mask!"

"Wild," Peter answered, his eyes glittering with uncontrollable lust. "Move aside, little brother, and let me see what she does with mine."

Elaine was still bucking and twisting in midair, suspended by the wooden stocks that trapped her wrists and ankles. She whimpered at the terrible threat in Peter's words, but that couldn't stop the wild passion that made her writhe and twist against her bonds. Another boy slipped his cock into her mouth and others clamped her delicate hands over their stiff, brutish cocks, and she sucked and rubbed and squirmed in a world of raw, painful sex.

She squealed when Peter clamped his strong hands on her hips and wedged his way between her slippery, satiny thighs, but she was no longer certain whether she was squirming to escape the torture fuck he was about to give her or entice him to drive his cock inside.

"Ready, set, go, whore!" Then he slammed his cock inside her.

Elaine groaned with pain and rapture as Peter's long thick cock, capped with the plastic devil's head, plowed into her swollen, throbbing pussy. She was fucked raw, fucked to the point that every bit of cock friction she felt caused burning pain to shoot through her body. Her clit was swollen to five times its normal size, her cunt felt like a raw, open wound. Still her pussy squirmed wetly against the brutal plunge of her nephew's cock.

She tensed, expecting the horns and tongue to spear agony through her pulverized pussy, but instead Peter just fucked her, thrusting his cock inside her with speed and strength. Her ankles pulled painfully against the stocks that held her in place as she slammed his cock inside her.

Her voluptuous, beaten body shook with every pounding blow. He slapped her upraised ass while he slammed his cock inside her. First one asscheek and then the other, he whipped the palms of his hands against her flawless, vulnerable flesh while he whipped his cock inside her tenderized cunt.

Elaine gasped at the pain and lust he was stirring inside her. Her cunt was wriggling with newborn ecstasy at the punishing fuck. Her clit was burning with a pain-filled excitement. She slurped eagerly at the cock in her mouth, pumped her soft hands enthusiastically over the knobby cocks she was beating off.

In rapid fire order all three of the boys pelted her with their jism. The sexy, sex-drenched redhead swallowed cum and showered with cum, and by the time the three boys had finished cumming, she was writhing through another terrible, wrecking climax of her own.

And then Peter squeezed the rubber bag and plunged her into hell. Agony shot through her cunt. Three sharp spears of pain pierced her beleaguered pussy. She felt her cunt stretched in ways that it had never been stretched before, in ways that no woman's cunt was ever meant to be stretched. She felt something rip inside her, and she twisted and thrashed like a captured snake, her body writhing through a sinuous display of sexual agony.

Elaine shivered as though she were dying. Her orgasm ripped through her, made her drive herself back on the cunt-ripping device that Peter was fucking inside her. Her pussy clamped tight around the awful devil's head, making the pain a hundred times, a thousand times worse. Peter held himself root-deep inside her while she twisted and wriggled through her agony and pleasure. And then he did something even more terrible. He started fucking her.

Elaine babbled insanely as the long, sharp needle fucked back and forth through her cunt. She rolled her hips from side to side. The spike that extended from the devil's mouth sliced into her tender pussy flesh like an icepick, making her swing and wriggle in a maddened, futile attempt at escape. Her poor cunt felt as though it was being torn asunder. Still her orgasm raged inside her.

Peter started teasing her with the devil's head, letting the spearing horns and tongue slip back into place, then squeezing the rubber bladder again to make them shoot back out. He changed the rhythm constantly, making each stab of the triple prongs an unexpected burst of anguish.

One second Elaine's wriggling pussy would be gripped tight against bulbous plastic and hot cock flesh. The next it would be squirming through the agony of a triple knifing of sharpened plastic. It didn't matter. Nothing could stop the lust that was rippling through her sexy body.

CHAPTER TWELVE

"Okay, you dirty little bastard, fuck me!" Elaine was shocked by what she was screaming at her nephew, at the courage it took to demand him to do anything. She realized suddenly that she didn't care anymore, that any punishment they gave her would just mean more excitement, more painful, wonderful orgasms. "Stab me to death, you dirty little bastard! I'm a whore now, is that what you wanted? You've turned me into a filthy gutter slut, you asshole! Are you fucking happy?"

"Oh shit!" Peter muttered, excited beyond belief. "You dirty old whore! I'm going to shoot you full of cum!"

"Do it!" Elaine screamed, swinging her sultry body savagely back against him. Every bone-jarring collision threatened to knock her unconscious, every spear of the horns and tongue into her cunt threatened to tear her pussy open, but she didn't care anymore. "Fill me up with cum! Get your friends to cum all over me! I'll swim in it! Take baths in it! Only keep making me cum!"

His thick, gooey jism boiled up inside his aunt's ravaged pussy, bubbled against the cum his brother had just shot into her.

Elaine bucked back against him, her cunt clutching at his prick as though she never wanted to let it go. Cocks erupted inside her mouth and against her face, an endless succession of pricks, but they were nothing next to the cock that filled her pussy with burning cream.

Peter yanked his cock out of his aunt's cunt while he was still squirting cum, laid it in the cleft of her ass and showered her quivering asscheeks with slime. He slapped his cock against her ass, tore off the rubber and rubbed his prick all over her soft asscheeks. Elaine sucked off three cocks while he was playing his prick over her ass, then beat off five more.

"Fuck me!" she screamed. "Stick your cocks inside me! Fuck me, fuck me, I've got to keep cumming!"

Roger stared down at his aunt as Peter got out from between her legs. She was really something else.

Aunt Elaine's face was plastered with the cum of twenty-five boys, and fifty more were waiting to add extra coats of cock cream. Aunt Elaine had been more than gang-fucked. She'd been mob-fucked. And that was the way her life was going to be from now on.

"You belong to us, Aunt Elaine," he said, stepping between her spread thighs and dropping to his knees. He watched cunt cream bubble out from her swollen, red pussylips, mixed with the milky cum of his brothers. "Your giant tits belong to us. Say it."

"My giant tits belong to you!" she groaned, squirming in sexual agony.

"Your ass belongs to us," he said, lining up his cock with her ravished cunt. "Say it!"

"My ass belongs to you!" she moaned, trying to fuck her cunt back against him, unmindful of the terrible devise of torture he wore.

Roger sighed with pleasure and stared down at the rubber he was wearing. It didn't look like much, just a bright orange rubber with a five-inch tube sticking out from the front. It would have taken a closer inspection to notice that inside the five-inch tube there was a four-inch tube, inside the four-inch tube a three-inch tube, and inside the three-inch tube a two-inch one. When the tube telescoped out, it was a full fourteen inches long, already lodged on the end of his nine-inch cock. But it was what was inside the two-inch tube that made the device so terrible.

It looked like a tiny pitchfork, and when Roger fucked the tube into his slutty aunt's cunt, it would narrow down into one sharp spear. If his plan worked, that sharp spear would penetrate through the tiny hole of her cervix, pierce through to her womb. Then the prongs would spring open, and when he pulled back for another thrust, it would drag out as painfully as it speared in. He was going to fuck his slutty, sexy aunt deeper than anyone ever had. He couldn't wait to get started.

"We own your dirty, nasty cunt," he told her, his breath harsh with passion. "Say it!"

"You own my dirty, nasty cunt!" she cried out, writhing sensuously against her bindings. "Please, please fuck it!"

"Right now," he said, then plunged his cock inside her.

Elaine orgasmed as Roger drove his cock inside her. She bucked back against him, hurling her body from side to side to whip his cock around inside her. A cock exploded cum on her right hand and she twisted her head so she could drink down as much of the delicious jism as she could. Her cunt rippled around Roger's long, strong cock and the cold metal tube that capped it, and suddenly she couldn't remember why she had thought it was so terrible.

A moment later, she remembered.

Elaine screamed as the tube began to telescope inside her, but she couldn't stop herself from driving her cunt back against it. The tube stretched her, tore her, but it didn't seem to matter. One orgasm followed another, each more powerful than the last, each making her ravaged pussy itch and hunger for the next. She felt the cold metal tip press against her cervix, stretch her cunt farther than it had been stretched by the broom. It only made her cum even harder.

Boys shouted with wild, animal excitement as they watched Roger fuck his aunt, and suddenly cum was raining down on her from every direction. Boys dropped to their knees to rub their cocks over her arms and shoulders and tits and stomach. Boys smeared their bursting pricks over her back and hips and the silky, tapering lengths of her legs. Boys slapped their cocks on the soft white cheeks of her ass. Everywhere boys were spilling their jism, and every drop was splattering on Elaine's sexy, helpless body.

"I'm a whore!" she screamed around a mouthful of cum. Four boys were aiming their spurting cocks at her mouth at the same time, flooding her belly with fuck slime. "Fuck me, Roger! Fuck me hard!"

She felt the tip of the awful metal probe wedge into her womb. She screeched like a wild animal and twisted frantically, but she wasn't sure she wanted to escape. This was something new and wild and savage. She had the feeling that this was going to be the most powerful orgasm of all, and even if it killed her, she wanted it to happen.

The tip of the metal probe slid into her womb. Quarts of cock cream splattered over her. Her red hair was dyed white with jism. Cum slithered down her bowed back in a fast rushing river. Her asscheeks glistened with fuck slime. Her tits were painted white with sticky goo. Her beautiful face was hidden under a mask of thick white jism.

Every time she opened her mouth to accept the thrust of a cock, a torrent of slimy froth poured over her lips. She was suspended over an ocean of jism, and more cum poured off her body to add to it with each passing instant. Still, the boys stepped up to unload their swollen balls on her sexy, squirming frame. Some boys had already cum on her three or four times. All the boys sported bone-hard erections.

She was being womb-fucked. The hooks at the end of the probe popped open. Roger pulled back for another thrust, Elaine felt as though her insides were being dragged out with him. He impaled her again, driving the tube back into her womb. Then he pulled out once more.

Elaine had never had a baby, but she was certain that this was how it must feel. Every inward plunge seemed certain to rip her cunt apart.

Then when Roger pulled back, and the barbed ends of the prong were forced together and drawn back into her cunt, she felt as though her insides were being pulled out with it again. The drag was incredible, beyond pain or pleasure. But every time the barbed prong tore free of her womb, another orgasm exploded through her captive, struggling body.

"Fucking you good now, aren't I, you big-titted whore!" Roger screamed, almost out of his mind with pleasure and the thought of what he was putting his helpless aunt through. "Tell me how good I'm fucking you, you worthless old fuck-bag! Describe it to me!"

She screeched incoherently, tried to make words form in her cum-flooded mouth. Her cunt clutched madly at Roger's pistoning cock and another orgasm made her tremble and cry, and she tried to get her mouth to work.

"You're fucking me so good!" she whined at last, her voice high and hysterical. "You're not just fucking my pussy, you're fucking my whole body! You're making me cum! You're making me cum and cum and cum!"

"You're womb-fucking the old whore," Peter said with admiration. He turned to the other boys. "He's womb-fucking the bitch!"

Elaine screamed with every new stab of the probe inside her. Her orgasms were flaming out, the pleasure circuits in her brain shutting down one after another as this final overload of savage sex ripped through her. She couldn't believe what Roger was doing to her, couldn't believe that her beaten body could accept such an unnatural violation.

Elaine fell limp against the stocks as her young nephew fucked her helpless pussy. She didn't even move when his cum hosed up through the tube, bypassing her shattered cunt and filling her inner womb. She only shuddered when he pulled the awful tube out of her and fell back away.

"Is she dead?" a boy asked, milking the last of his cum out on her cum-plastered face.

"Fucked out more likely," another boy answered, dribbling the last of his jism onto her back. The cum there was almost two inches thick already.

Elaine was half unconscious, her body broken and exhausted. When the boys unlocked the stocks, she dropped limply into the deep pool of cum that had gathered beneath her.

One by one, the boys left. A few of them beat off on her one more time, or drove their cocks up her cunt or asshole or made her open her mouth so they could fuck her throat. Most of them didn't want to touch the cum-plastered beauty.

Finally she was alone with her nephews once more, lying face-down in a deep pool of tacky, half-dried jism. It was the jism of almost a hundred boys, all spilled on her, all spilled for her.

Then there was another knock on the door. "Right on time," Peter said, glancing at his watch. He, and both of his brothers, were cleaned and dressed. It was almost time for them to go home. "A last little surprise, Aunt Tits. Something to keep you company for the rest of the night."

Elaine trembled. It didn't even seem to matter that someone else was going to see her, fucked half to death and half drowned in an ocean of cock cream. She wasn't even that interested in what the surprise was. Nothing could be worse than what she had already endured.

But she was wrong – just as she had been wrong every time she had thought she had hit bottom during the whole night of disgrace. When she saw what came shambling into the living room behind Peter, she began to wonder if things could keep getting worse forever.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

They had brought in a monster to fuck her! Elaine had never believed in monsters, not even as a small child, but she believed in them now. She had never seen a person as horrible in her life.

"Hey, Aunt Bitch," Peter said, leading the monster into the living room. "Say hi to Rufus."

"No!" she whimpered, squinting through the curtain of jism that covered her eyes. "No, oh please, Peter! No! No! No!"

"Say hi to Rufus, you fucking cow!" Roger screamed, kicking her cum-covered ass so hard that pain shot all the way up her spine. "You hurt his fucking feelings and there's no telling what he might do to you."

"Hi, Rufus," she moaned at last, icy shivers of fear spiking through her battered body. "I'm… I'm glad to meet you."

"She's glad to meet anything with a cock," Steve added with a cruel laugh.

"Then she ought to be very happy to meet me," Rufus said, his voice sounding amazingly clear and cultured. "Hi, Elaine. I've heard a lot about you."

He was big, well over six feet tall. His shoulders were so broad that when he walked through the living room doorway he had to turn sideways. His biceps were thicker than Elaine's thighs, his chest was as thick as a tree trunk. His face was hidden by a beard and long, stringy hair. The only part of his face the exhausted redhead could see clearly was his eyes, and they seemed to glow almost red with an evil lust.

His nails were long and filed to razor sharp points. He smiled, and the terrified beauty saw that his teeth were filed to points as well. The rest of his body was as hairless as his face was hairy. Even his cock and balls were as hairless as a baby's.

His body was a bulging package of muscles. Veins that were as thick as jungle vines ran through his chest and thighs and back. Elaine couldn't have circled his chest with both of her arms. She would have barely been able to circle one of his massive, muscular thighs. And dangling between his legs was the hugest muscle of all. The sight of his cock was what made Elaine's chest heave with heart-stopping terror.

His cock dangled limply past his knees. Even limp it was almost as big around as Elaine's ankle. The head was almost the size of a softball. Elaine refused to believe that such a horrid tool could be real. Her mind hysterically insisted that this was just another of her nephews' horrid inventions. Surely they didn't expect her to take that gargantuan prick inside her. It was bigger than her pussyhole.

"Never met a woman who could take it," Rufus said quietly. Elaine couldn't get over how gentle and cultured his voice was. "Never met one sexy enough to get it all the way hard. But that hasn't kept me from looking around and trying it out."

"Remember that old song, Aunt Tits?" Roger asked, leering cruelly. "Forty men tried and forty men died? Well, that isn't even close to the score Rufus has with women."

"I've tried it out real hard," Rufus said quietly, then stepped toward her.

Elaine cried out in terror, tried to pull herself up to her feet and out of the sticky pool of cum. It was impossible. Every move she made sent waves of deadening pain through her exhausted muscles. Knives of pain slashed through her cunt and asshole. Her legs shook from just the exertion of sliding along the floor. Her arms were so sore that she could barely raise them above her head. Bolts of agony shot through her back and sides and stomach.

She fell back limply into the tacky pool of fuck filth. Even if she got up, she knew that she could never escape her nephews. She belonged to them now.

"We've got to go home now, Aunt Tits," Peter called out, and Elaine looked up with horror to see all three boys standing by the door. "But we wanted to make the rest of your Halloween night a gas. After all the shit we've put you through, we knew it was going to take somebody special to get your attention. Rufus wouldn't mind fucking you in a pile of horse shit, and I think you'll agree that he's one special fucker."

"You ought to appreciate this, Aunt Pissbitch," Roger said with a grin, pulling the front door open. "We had to look all over for somebody like this. Finally found him in a side show, showing off what he's got. Almost like your own Halloween monster."

"Please!" she whimpered pitifully as the big man stepped between her legs. His hands closed on her jism-plastered tits and she squealed with terror. "Don't leave me with him! He's going to kill me! Oh please, Roger, Peter, Stevie, don't you want to fuck me anymore? You won't be able to fuck me if he kills me with his cock."

"Be quiet now, Elaine," Rufus growled softly into her ear. His fists closed on her bountiful tits until her creamy titflesh bulged all around his powerful hands. "You don't want to get the boys thinking that way. Because if they try to stop me, I'll have to tear them apart. And then I'll still fuck you. Only I'll be mad."

Elaine whimpered in pain as he smashed her tits. He mauled the springy flesh, yanking her tits up and down and from side to side. Elaine's sexy body slipped back and forth through the slick jism, pulled along by her big, beautiful tits. She felt something burning hot slide over her stomach and she cried out in shock.

"Well if that isn't something," Rufus said with a smile. "The old boy is getting hard. Must be these big titties. This looks like it's going to be a real special Halloween."

Elaine looked down over her trembling, cum-covered body, and she screamed at what she saw draped over her stomach. Rufus' cock was getting hard, and as it did, it was growing. And that was impossible. It had to be impossible.

Rufus slid down between her legs and slapped his cock between her tits. His balls, as big as two coconuts, draped over her swollen, red cuntlips. The head of his cock was nestled snugly between Elaine's giant tits. He smashed the fleshy mounds together over the fat head of his cock and started fucking them. When his cock popped through the end of the tunnel, it hit Elaine in the chin so hard she almost blacked out.

"You've got some big freaky tits, Elaine," Rufus whispered, digging his razor-sharp fingernails into the soft flesh until tears sprang to her eyes. "And I've got a giant freaky cock. We're going to have some real fun, you and I. I can't wait to hear you scream."

He fell across her squirming, sexy body, bit one of her bulging, creamy tits. His teeth found her nipple, their razor-sharp tips cutting through the nub.

Elaine screamed and tried to jerk out from under him, but Rufus pinned her easily and switched from one tit to the other. When he bit into her other nipple, Elaine went limp beneath him.

"Some women have paid me money to pierce their nipples like this," Rufus whispered, biting his way up over her tits and across her slender throat. "I just dented yours a little for now. Maybe later we'll go the whole way. Those big titties would look awful nice with rings through them."

Elaine was certain she wasn't going to see later. The monster cock that was throbbing between her tits was going to kill her. Just the pulsing of its veins made the sexy redhead shake and shudder. One pearly droplet of fuck-lube slicked down her whole creamy cleavage.

"Please don't fuck me!" she begged, tears running down her cum-painted cheeks, her body shivering beneath the monster prick. "I'll make you cum good! I'll make you cum all night long! But please don't stick it inside me! I can't take that!"

"Well I guess we're going to find out," Rufus replied with a grin, and then he let go of her tits and grabbed both of her ankles. "Because, Elaine, you've just given me the first full stiff erection of my whole damned life!"

Elaine shrieked in agony when he pinned her legs apart. He pulled her into the widest splits she had ever done, wider by far than any she had attempted when she had been a cheerleader in school. Her legs were stretched straight out to her sides. Then he leaned his weight against them and they pushed farther up, up until they were almost parallel to her sides.

Elaine felt every tendon in her legs pull to the snapping point and beyond. The muscles along her inner thighs stood up until they looked like they had been chiseled in ivory. Elaine's swollen cunt was spread farther open than it had ever been spread before.

Rufus slapped the head of his cock against her pussy.

Elaine splashed in the pool of jism, trying desperately, futilely, to pull herself away from the monstrous cock. The dark red cockhead dwarfed her crotch.

"No!" she whispered breathlessly, hypnotized by the sight of that stiff, giant cock. "This isn't happening! I don't believe this! No!"

"Yes," Rufus answered quietly, then shoved his cock forward.

He pulled her toward him with his treetrunk arms and drove her back with his javelin cock. Every muscle in Elaine's sexy, squirming body cramped in the same horrid instant. Her bones felt as though they were being ground to dust in a powerful vise. The room went dark and fuzzy, and Elaine understood how Rufus could have fucked women to death with his elephant-sized cock. His was a cock that could rip a woman in two. Just the force of trying to pull her onto the log-sized shaft could shatter her body.

"Is he going to kill Aunt Elaine?" Steve asked, his eyes wide as he stood by the door. "Won't we get into trouble if he kills her?"

"The only way he's going to kill her is with pleasure," Roger answered with a snort. "Aunt Tits is the kind of slut that's needed this her whole life. Now she's not going to be able to live without it."

Sweat poured off the thrashing redhead's voluptuous body. Pussy cream gushed in desperate waves. Her delicate hands clawed at the air as if she was fighting some invisible enemy. Her eyes rolled back until only the whites were showing. She moaned, and her tits jiggled like jello with her ragged panting. Spit drooled from both corners of her mouth.

The giant head of the cock popped inside her pussy, ripping through everything that barred its way. An orgasm exploded through her pain-drenched body. And Rufus, grinning with pleasure, fucked his cock deeper inside her.

Elaine knew she wasn't going to die, but she wished she could. She was drowning in pain, floating in pain, but somehow her horrible, sluttish body was using it for pleasure, wringing one climax after another out of it. Her arms reached up against her will to urge his pistoning hips to faster motion. Her head lifted and her whore's tongue slipped from her mouth to lick his muscular chest. Her cunt flexed around the ripping girth of his freakish prick. Even now, being fucked by a monster, she was cumming like a tramp.

"All right, Aunt Tits!" Peter shouted happily, the door half closed behind him. "We knew you were going to love this. It's been a great Halloween. Can't wait to see what you've got ready for us on Thanksgiving."

"But don't worry!" Roger shouted as the door clicked shut. "We'll be back before then to help you make some plans!"

Elaine whimpered, then she screamed as a jet of cum, that almost tore through her pussy, flushed up inside her.

"I ejaculate quite a bit, Elaine," Rufus explained, grunting as his cock cream burst into the sexy redhead's tattered cunt. "And I can ejaculate ten times a night easily. Tonight I think I might manage fifteen. I can't wait to try your asshole."

Elaine whimpered at the thought of being fucked fifteen times by the cock that was spewing cum inside her. She wondered how long her tender pussy and asshole and throat would last before they were numbed beyond feeling, before they were ruined completely. And she came. Thinking about the giant cock plowing into her pussy and asshole, sliding down her throat and between her tits, a dozen orgasms seemed to hit her at once.

She realized she had finally gotten a Halloween treat of her own.

Content

Blake Garfield
Halloween in horror

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN