Nathan Silvers
Aunt in bondage

CHAPTER ONE

Corinne Nelson tried not to break into tears as she fixed her make-up. She couldn't really accept that she had to go and plead with her nephew for money. But losing her job had left her with no choice. Julius was her only relative in the city, so it had to be him. That was the horror.

The irony was that Julius was only a couple of years younger than she was, the oldest son of her brother, who himself was nineteen years older than her. It had been a family joke when she and Julius played together as children, but that was a long time ago.

She eased her best stockings on. She had to try and make a good impression on him. She hadn't seen him in three years, when he first arrived in Chicago. Since then he'd become very successful, lived in one of the big condo blocks downtown and drove a BMW. They had never gotten along well as adults. Corinne thought Julius was a fast-lane type, running around with a lot of women he shouldn't have been seen with. Corinne lived quietly in her apartment in one of the less fashionable neighborhoods. She'd had one evening out with Julius and one of his women, but had left in a fury. The little whore made a lot of jokes about the size of Julius' cock. It was disgusting, and Corinne had said so.

And now she had to go and humble herself. She put on her best matching bra-and-panty set, and the little lacy white-and-blue slip that flattered her lovely figure so well. Sometimes Corinne thought she ought to wear very unflattering clothes, because she was always getting propositioned. By men in her office, by the buyers she had had to deal with, even by men who tried to pick her up on the EL. It made her shudder sometimes just to think about it. Men were such beasts; they didn't understand that a woman might want to save herself for marriage.

She tried to put that out of her mind as she rang the bell of Julius' condo. There was a pause and a woman's voice came over the speaker.

"Yes?" the voice said.

Corinne trembled with new fear. Another of Julius' whores probably.

"It's Corinne Nelson," she said. "Is Julius there?"

"Who?"

"Corinne Nelson."

"Wait a moment."

There was a horrible pause. Then the door buzzed and she pushed it open and went up.

"Well, Aunt Corinne," Julius said, leaning on the door, regarding her with a funny smile as she came down the corridor. "What brings you to the sinful city?"

"I-I wanted to talk to you," Corinne said. He took her in and waved her into a large padded chair. "Can I get you a drink?"

"No, no thank you," Corinne said and put her purse on the floor.

"Tell me, Aunt Corinne," he said, flopping onto the sofa, "how come a gorgeous bit of stuff like you never gets laid?"

He grinned and Corinne blushed to the roots of her lovely blonde hair.

"I came to ask your help, Julius," she said. "I'm in an awful fix. I lost my job, and I'm broke, and I have to pay a lot of bills this month. And I wondered if you could give me enough to make through until I get another job, and I'll pay you back right away, and I'm sorry but…"

"Hold on," he said, waving his arm at her. "How much do you need?"

Corinne gulped. "Well, about three thousand."

"Three thousand?"

She nodded, feeling worse than ever.

He questioned her further, getting all the humiliating details out.

"Hmmmm," he said, "wait a moment."

He got up and Corinne thought that success had added to his tail dark and, she had to admit it, handsome looks. He walked with an air of authority as he went into the kitchen, and she heard him talking in low tones to the woman who had answered the bell. At one point she giggled and made Corinne fed even worse.

He came back in and sat down again, grinning at her.

"Okay," he said, "but there is a condition. You can have the money as a gift. If, and only if, you agree to spend the weekend here. We're having a small party and we go and sleep and go and don't take any notice of the time. Do that, and the money's yours."

Corinne shuddered. That meant she would have to spend two and a half days in the company of people she despised. With their disgusting jokes and innuendos. She'd probably have to fend off some of them, particularly if they got drunk. It was awful even to think about.

"I sleep in a room alone," she said.

"If you want," he chuckled, and the girl in the kitchen gave another giggle.

"All right, then," Corinne said. "It was a good idea that I came in my best clothes."

"Sure," he said.

And, behind the wall, Corinne heard the girl go into suppressed laughter.

"Oh," Julius said, "this is Susie – my girlfriend." A pretty, but disgustingly sluttish girl of about twenty came out of the kitchen, her blonde hair flicking around her face. She wasn't the one Corinne had met before, but that was typical. She was dressed in a little black outfit that only just covered her large, swelling tits and stopped just at the top of her black stockings. Her five-inch heels accentuated the hot curves of her legs as she swayed up and grinned at Corinne.

"SO this is the aunt who can't take jokes about cock," she said. "Hi! I'm Susie."

"Yes," said Corinne, wondering if she was going to be able to get through the weekend with this soft of thing going on. "Julius told me."

She studied the girl, the sensual curves of her lips, the dark eye shadow, the curling ringlets falling over her shoulders. No wonder Julius liked her. She was just his type.

An hour later, Corinne was feeling even worse. She had met the people she would have to spend the weekend with. They were all from the condos around Julius.

There was Martin. He was of medium build, with fair hair and a dark business suit. He took his jacket off the moment he came in and tossed it over the sofa as if he were in his own house. That put Corinne off at once.

Then came Saul and his wife Melissa.

Saul was short, with massive broad shoulders. He was balding and that somehow made him look menacing.

His wife was a dark, sensual beauty. Her creamy skin set off her black hair perfectly as it flowed over her shoulders. When she shook hands with Corinne, she held it for a moment and stared at her.

"This is a surprise," Melissa said.

"Yeah," said Julius, "Mary cancelled, so Corinne filled in at the last moment."

Corinne gasped and looked at him, not understanding what he meant. He grinned, and she decided it was just another of his nasty jokes.

Then came Donald. He was tall, slim with a small mustache. He gave Corinne a long appraising look as they were introduced, an amused smile on his face.

Corinne tried to keep out of the conversation as much as possible. She thought she saw Susie giggling to Melissa and the two of them giving her a fast look. She ignored it and allowed Donald to chat to her for a while, even though site spent most of the time staring out of the window over the city skyline.

Suddenly the whole mood changed. Julius stood up and raised his drink.

"Are we ready?" he yelled.

"You bet!" Martin said. "Get the party rolling!"

"A toast to my Aunt Corinne," Julius said.

They all drank to her, while Corinne shivered and took a sip of her wine cooler.

"Now," Julius said, "since Corinne is our new member, she gets to show us what she has first. Agreed?"

"Yeahhhh!" the men cheered.

Corinne went scarlet. "What do you mean?"

"Why do you think we all spend the weekend together?" Julius grinned, enjoying Corinne's growling horror. "To discuss business? We're, here to fuck, Aunt Corinne, and you're gonna join us."

"Yesbhhh." Donald said, "can't let a fox like that go."

Corinne went cold and then hot. She saw the money flying away, but there was no way she was going to allow herself to be involved in casual sex.

"I'm sorry, Julius," she said, "but you have the wrong girl. Forget the money – I'm leaving."

"No," he said softly. "You're going to strip for us and fuck everybody here, tonight?"

"Riiiight!" the rest of the men agreed. "Sorry, Julius," said Corinne, "but I'm not going to be a part of your disgusting sex life."

She picked up her purse, put her glass down and started for the door. Donald and Saul blocked her way.

"Please," Corinne said and tried to push past, but they didn't move. "Julius, tell them to let me…"

"I really think you should see what happens to little shits who disobey around here," Julius said.

"Let me go!" Corinne tried to push past Saul. "Sit down. We'll even show you," said Julius, "and then you can see if you want to disobey or not."

Corinne gasped with fright and anger as Saul picked her up, his massive body hardly straining, and sat her forcibly into an upright chair.

"I'll scream," she warned.

"Go ahead," Julius said. "All condos around here belong to us, have a good time."

Corinne started screaming when her arms were pulled behind the chair and handcuffs clicked over her wrists.

"No, stop that!" she yelled as a rope through the cuffs secured her wrists to the lower back of the chair. She was almost helpless. She tried to get to her feet, but Donald grabbed her lovely blonde hair and slid a thick black leather collar around her neck. "What do you think you're doing? Stop or I'll call the police!"

She struggled frantically as Donald attached a large chain to the collar and held her hard to the chair. She broke into sobs, her skirt riding up over her knees, showing more of her legs than was decent.

"Fuck, look at those legs!" Saul gasped and his hand reached down and slid her skirt farther, revealing more of Corinne's curvaceous thighs.

"Patience, Saul," Julius said; "We've got all weekend. Let my aunt show you herself."

Saul grinned. "Sure, Julius."

"Julius, let me go! I'll scream the place down!" Corinne wailed, struggling helplessly against the bonds.

"Now don't be boring," Julius said. "If you scream again, we'll gag you until we're ready for you."

"You wouldn't do that, let me… aaahhh!" Corinne screeched as a set of rubber gag balls were thrust into her mouth. She gagged and heaved, but the rubber strap that held the balls in her mouth was already winding around her head. She stared up at her nephew, who was grinning down at her.

He came up and Corinne saw that there was a horrible bulge in the front of his pants. He slid his hand over the neckline of Corinne's good white blouse, his fingers playing with the buttons.

"You're a real streak of good luck," he said, pulling open the top button of Corinne's blouse. "Susie and Melissa may be the horniest bitches in Illinois, but I was thinking of calling some hookers to back them up. Then you turn up. Isn't that wonderful?"

His fingers opened another button and he could see the lacy top of Corinne's bra. She screamed helplessly into the gag.

"Fuck," he said, "with a face and figure like yours, you should be getting it every night. And you hide away like a fucking nun! Qh, well." He left the sides of Corinne's blouse open and walked away.

Corinne broke into tears at the shame of her bra showing between the open sides of her blouse. But, Donald kept a tight hold on the chain around her neck, and she was utterly helpless.

Julius stood in the middle of the room and chuckles ran through the group.

"Now," he said, "we will show my aunt what happens to little bitches who disobey around here. I must point out to my aunt that Susie refusing to take her clothes off merely shows what a superb actress she is."

There was another chuckle at that and Susie swayed out onto the floor, sliding ha short black dress up her thighs, showing her stocking tops and the delicious curves of her legs. Her sensual, pouting mouth kissed out at the men as she posed, sliding one hand over her dress lop, easing the button at the top open.

"Now, Susie," Julius said, "take that dress off for us."

"Can't," said Susie, pouting harder and leaning forward, allowing the loose dress to fall away from her tits, showing the delicious curves and the little quarter-cup bra that thrust them up even farther than normal.

"If you refuse, you know what happens," Julius threatened.

"Fuck off!" Susie said, and slid close to Saul, working her leg up his thigh, her hand clutching the front of his pants and the enormous cock.

Julius walked over to a closet and flung it open. Corinne nearly passed out. Inside were racks of whips, chains, ropes, black leather clothing of the most disgusting type, and other torture instruments. Julius selected a thin wooden cane and came beck to the center of the room with it.

"Over the chair," he said to Susie.

Susie looked at the cane and gasped, her body shaking with horrible lust. "Fuck off!" she said again.

"Over the chair," Julius said.

Martin and Saul grabbed the blonde, carried her to the back of the large padded chair and flung her face down over it. Susie squealed and moaned, her legs kicking up, showing more of her thighs than ever, until the two men grabbed them and lashed her ankles to the legs of the chair. Martin grabbed her hair when they had finished and held her head down, close to the pillows of the chair seat.

Susie moaned and strained against the bonds around her ankles.

Corinne knew she was going to throw up. The gag balls filled her mouth and the rubber strip forced them almost into her throat as she stared at her nephew, walking around to the back of his struggling girlfriend and easing her dress up over her ass for all the group to see.

Things got worse. Donald held the chain tight so that she had to watch as Julius laid the thin cane across Susie's taut ass cheeks. Susie had a great ass, the swelling cheeks heaving up off the chair back, the lacy straps of her suspenders pulled tight over her creamy flesh. Her little black panties were also stretched tight, and through them Corinne could just see the curly-haired mound of Susie's pussy. That made her even sicker.

"Now watch," Julius said to Corinne. "This is what happens to little whores who refuse to obey."

Corinne choked and stared as he raised the cane, held it for a second and lashed it hard across Susie's ass.

Susie screamed, her body lurching up, her thighs trembling. "Aaahhhh, fuck!"

The cane lashed her again, laying a second thin line of agony across her white skin. She tossed, her hair pulling out of Saul's grasp, her body shaking.

"Aaaghghhh! Yes, yes, oooohhhh!" she moaned. "Goood, Julius, yes, yes." The cane cut her tight ass, beating more thin red lines across it. "Uurrgbh, Julius, Julius!" Her had was pushing into then pillows of the chair as she heaved her ass upward.

Saul stepped back and left Susie alone as the cane whiped her ass hard, the sound ringing through the room.

Corinne was getting even sicker. She struggled against the collar, sweat breaking out of her body in rank terror, staring in growing disbelief at what was going on over the chair.

Susie toned wildly to the beat of the cane, her aorta getting deeper and more guttural, her sobs.

And then Corinne saw that the little bitch was pushing her hand into her panties, her fingers working over her pussy, rubbing as the cane landed on her throbbing ass. Her panties were damp at the crotch too, and the stain was spreading.

"Aaahhh, oooughghh!" Susie sobbed. "Ooooh, Julius, do it, do it – ooohhb, yeasssss!"

With a scream of lust she heaved up on the chair back, her body shaking in climax, her fingers blurring on her pussy.

Julius whipped her red, straining ass to the beat of her orgasm, lashing the cane in at the peak of each heave on the chair back. Susie's scream of passion rang around the room as she came, shamelessly rubbing her pussy, her legs straining wider, her ass thrusting up for the agony of the thin cane.

"Iieeeiliuuggh!" she screamed. "Yes, it's yes, yes! Aaahhh!" And with a deep moan, she collapsed, falling across the chair back, her fingers still rolling over her pussy. "Yes, I'll take my clothes off for you!"

Julius stopped the cane and Saul untied Susie's ankles.

Susie rolled over on the chair, rubbing her ass, her dress up over her thighs, her legs trembling. "Ooooh, fuck, that was sooooo good!" she moaned.

She got to her feet and pulled her stockings straight, setting her feet properly in her high heels. Then she pouted and sliding the buttons on heir dress open, right down the front until she reached the hem. She paraded for them, showing her luscious body, the tight cincher that accentuated her waist, the tiny bra that heaved her ripe, thrusting tits up, and the equally tiny panties that they had all seen mere than enough of which she was being whipped.

Slowly, she let the dress slide down her arms, fully revealing the delights underneath. She stepped away from it and tossed it over the sofa. Shamelessly, she stood in the middle of the floor and spread her thighs, sliding her fingers into her panties, rubbing her hot little cunt.

"I gotta get fucked!" she moaned. "Come on, one of you meatheads can give it to me!"

"Really, darling," Julius said with a grin. "So impatient, anybody would think you were a nymphomaniac. You wait until we have seen what my dear aunt has to offer."

He walked over to Corinne while Susie gave a moan of lust and sat in a chair, sliding her legs over the arms and openly rubbing her pussy as she watched.

Julius pulled the rubber strip away from Corinne's mouth and she spat the wet balls out.

"New you've seen what happens to nasty little shits," he said. "So, how about taking your clothes off for us?"

Corinne opened her mouth and screamed, her voice shrill.

Julius raised his hand and slapped her hard across the face.

"Aaaaggg!" Corinne wept, her head ringing. His hand came back and slapped her again, the back of his hand hurting more than his palm. "No, no, Julius! Stop, please."

His palm came back and slapped her, driving her head hard to the side. She broke into helpless sobs. He hauled her up by the hair and slapped her again, holding her so that the full force of his hand hit her face.

"Stop that!" he snapped.

Corinne stopped screaming and stared up at him, sniffling and sobbing quietly. Her whole face burned and ached.

"You can scream when you're in pain," he said, "but not for this shit. Now, bow about taking your clothes off for us?"

"No, Julius, please, no! I don't care about the money. Please, just let me go!" Corinne sobbed.

"You don't seem to understand," Julius said, leaning close to his sobbing aunt. "You're going to take your clothes off and fuck us all, whatever I have to do. Now, you want it the easy way, or the hard way?"

"Please, Julius, please!" Corinne sobbed.

"Oh good," he said, "I was afraid you'd give in." He reached down and took hold of the sides of Corinne's expensive blouse.

"No!" she wailed.

But he ignored her protests. The remaining buttons of her blouse held for about a second. Then the first one popped and flew off onto the floor. Corinne gave a long sobbing scream, but the next one followed it, and the last.

"Noooo, please, Julius!" Corinne sobbed as he pulled her blouse away, yanking it out of the waistband of her skirt and to the sides. Then he reached far her slip. It had tiny button at the top, and Corinne broke. "Please, don't rip it, please, Julius!"

She struggled against the handcuffs and the collar, but both were far too tight to allow her any movement.

Julius grinned slowly. "Well, maybe. I think we need a woman's touch for this. How about it, Melissa?"

Melissa gave a low chuckle and got up off the sofa. She came over to the shivering Corinne with a stride that seemed full of menace to the bound aunt. Melissa's long legs moved with sensuality and the top of her dress was already partly open, showing the cleavage of her large, luscious tits.

Melissa smiled, and her fingers went to the top of Corinne's slip. She opened the buttons with, no trouble at all, sliding the small pearl buds out of the lacy slip top one by one until they were all open and she could get to the clip of Corinne's bra, right between her tits.

"Ooooh, God!" Corinne whispered as Melissa eased the clasp of her lacy bra open and held the cups loosely over her tits for a moment.

Smiling softly, Melissa worked the bra cups apart, revealing the curves of Corinne's tits to the whole room. She pushed the bra cups behind Corinne's back, while Donald took a grip on her hair and held her tightly to the chair. Finally Melissa forced the sides of Corinne's slip away from her tits and ran her fingers over the tit mounds.

Corinne gave a sob as her breath got shorter with rising horror. She had heard about women like Melissa – those who liked to have sex with other women, but she had never thought she would be forced to face one. While Donald held her hair and the chain to the collar around her neck, Melissa took hold of Corinne's nipples and rolled them in her fingers.

"Wow!" she said softly. "This is a real pair of tits – I mean, look at them!"

"Shit!" Martin gasped as he stared at the twin tit mounds. "You ain't kidding, babe!"

Corinne's tits were as good as the rest of her body: round thrusting globes with large, crinkled nipples and dark areolas. The tit mounds were perfect for her ribcage, and held up with out the support of the bra, pushing out just as proudly.

Melissa slid two of her fingernails on the top and bottom of one of Corinne's nipples. Gazing down at the trembling blonde, she pinched her long, curved nails over Corinne's flesh, sawing them slowly, tightening, cutting into the delicanee nipple.

"Aaaahhh!" Corinne sobbed, her eyes pouring tears as the disgusting woman almost cut her nipple with the pressure of her fingernails.

"Fuuuuck!" Melissa said in her gasping, soft voice. "This is gonna be neat. Come on, Julius, let me do it. I'll blow you for it if you'll pussy-whip me."

"Sure," he said with a lazy grin, "anything to get you warmed up."

"Thank you," Melissa sighed.

She leaned in on Corinne and her soft mouth brushed through Corinne's blonde hair, making the helpless victim jerk with added horror.

"You know," Melissa sighed, flicking her tongue into Corinne's ear, "I spend the whole of my life trying to work out ill love inflicting pain more or getting it." She paused and licked into Corinne's ear again, making Corinne break into helpless sobs. "I figure that if I go on experimenting long enough I might discover the answer. Don't you think that's sensible?"

Corinne gasped and wept, unable to believe she was caught up in this utter horror.

"I said, don't you think that's sensible?" Melissa whispered. And her fingernails were around Corinne's nipple again, tightening, biting into her tit flesh, sawing harder.

"Aaahhh!" Corinne wept. "Stop, please, stop!"

"I said, don't you think that's sensible?" Melissa whispered, sliding her other hand over Corinne's free tit mound, reaching for her nipple while her sharp fingernails bit agony into Corinne's other nipple bud.

"Yes, yes, yes, yesss!" Corinne screamed as the agony assailed her tits. "Anything you say, yesss!"

Melissa smiled in a tight way that filled Corinne with even more dread. She stepped back and unzipped her dress, sliding it down her long curving body in one motion, stepping out of it and tossing it aside. In her dark-gray stockings and tiny matching slip, she walked to the closet and came back with a small handled whip that had a plaited tail about four feet long.

She stood in front of the bound Corinne, her long legs open, her high-heeled shoes accentuating her calves and thighs. The hem of her little gray slip was well above her stocking tops, showing the tight bands of her suspender straps and the creamy white flesh of her thighs. Under the slip her swelling ass pushed out, giving the back of the almost-transparent garment a thrilling, sensual curve. Above that her slim waist was partly concealed by the small folds of the slip, and then her large, heavy tits took over, pushing the slip hanging with melon ripeness in the straining top.

"This is gonna hurt like hell," she said with great satisfaction, running the whip tail through her fingers.

"I'll do it!" Corinne sobbed her will breaking. "I'll take my clothes off for you – I will, I will!"

"Now don't be a spoil sport," Melissa said, nastily. "You have to tell me you won't at first. Then you say you will."

"Noooo, I will, I will, I'll do it!" Corinne sobbed, staring in horror at the curling leather whip. She strained, but Donald's grip on her hair was far too hard to let her move.

"No, no, no," Melissa chided. "Tell me you won't."

"Noooo, I will!" Corinne screamed. "I will, I will!"

She wept as she saw the whip tail go up, curl in mid air and then lash down viciously. With the mock force, the hard leather tail beat right across her swelling tits.