My Tainted Aunt

"You have no option slut, or I tell and show, the whole family what you and my father have been doing all these years. Now stand in front of me and strip, I want to inspect my new toy"

Realisation of the predicament she was in slowly dawned on her, her bitchy expression faded from her face, her shoulders slumped in resignation and she wearily got to her feet. I waited patiently and chuckled to myself, as she undid the belt on her robe and removed it, revealing an almost transparent black negligee which did nothing to hide her delightful curves. Even when a tear ran down her cheek, I felt unmoved, this was the bitch that plotted my uncle's death and robbed me of my father's time and affection and she deserved everything that was coming her way. The negligee joined the robe in a heap on the floor and her body was at last revealed to me in all its naked glory. It was time to exert my authority over her show her who was boss, so I said,

"Hands behind your head slut, feet apart at shoulder width and this is the position you will adopt when I wish to inspect you, is that clear?" Her face was crimson with shame at having to expose herself like this to her nephew and as I walked around her, her tears were flowing freely. My eyes devoured her luscious body, her nipples were standing proud and erect, possibly from the chill air in the attic or, from knowing that she had given over control to me, I knew not the reason and cared less, she was mine!

My fingers were drawn to her pert nipples like magnets; I took them between my thumbs and fingers and rolled them, pulling them out and gradually increasing the pressure until I saw her wince in pain. My cock was growing harder by the second, so I told her to remove my clothes and to be quick about it and with one final pinch; I brought her to her knees in front of me. When she had me as naked as her, I used her tender buds to pull her up to face me again and told her to adopt the position as 'inspection' was not yet over. I moved behind her, watching her perfect buttocks twitching involuntarily, I thrust my hand rudely between her out spread thighs and roughly probed her smooth sex with my hard fingers. She gasped at this sudden intrusion of her mature pussy by her nephew, but I felt a wetness which I had not expected to be there and I said,

"Bend forward slut, touch your toes so I can better explore my new cunt and arse. From what I have felt so far, there will be no need for any further lubrication, even when I fuck your virgin butt, you're juicing up nicely. You do have a virgin ass, don't you Auntie Madge?" She groaned in her humiliation but complied with my command, slowly reaching forward, exposing herself further and replied,

"Yes Gordon, I have never allowed anyone to bugger me and I don't expect you to either, you bastard!" She soon found out that was the wrong thing to say and the slap to her soft buttocks resounded around the attic like a rifle shot.

"Two things were wrong with that my slut. Firstly, you will address me as Master and secondly, you have no choice in how I may wish to use any of your holes and that includes this one!" She cried out as I jammed my thumb past her tight sphincter and into her resisting anal passage,

"Oh shit, stop it, you're hurting me Gordon!" The next slap was even harder than the first and my hand print was livid against the pale skin of her tightly stretched bottom, "Aghhhhhhh! Sorry Ma....Mast.... Master! Forgive me, I'm not used to calling anyone Master" I kept my fingers and thumb in place and said,

"You will get used to it my fuck toy and learn to enjoy pleasing your Master. Now remain in that position, I'm not finished with you yet" I withdrew from her abused holes and retrieved the flogger from the trunk, let's see how she likes a dose of the tool she used so often on my father, I thought to myself. I held the tails in front of her face and with a look of anguish and hatred; she got the unspoken message and kissed them. The flogger whistled through the air as I tested it and her body tensed expectantly.

'Thwack!' The first blow landed across both of her upturned ass cheeks, her hands flew to rub her stinging flesh and she jerked upright. She needed to be restrained, so I fetched a spreader bar, a length of thin chain and the nipple clamps. I tightened the ankle cuffs, which kept her feet about three feet apart, placed the clamps on her erect nipples and attached one end of the chain to them; I bent her forward to hold her ankles again and looped the other end of the chain around the spreader bar. If she attempted to stand again, she would pull her tender buds agonizingly. The next blow from the flogger had the same affect as the first, but when she felt the grip of the clamps, she quickly leant forward to relief the pressure and a sob of helplessness escaped her lips. Twenty strokes were enough for her first time I thought and I rubbed her reddened skin tenderly and felt her juices as my finger slipped over her hot slit. As I released her from her bonds, leaving the clamps in place though, I looked into her tear stained face and said,

"We will retire to your bedroom now slut, I need you to do something with this" She looked down at my cock, which was achingly hard and then at me and I saw a look of defeat in her sad eyes,

"Yes Master, whatever you desire" I led her from the attic, using the chain to pull her behind me and down the stairs to her luxurious boudoir. I pulled down on the chain still connecting the clamps on her tortured nipples; she slowly sank to her knees and sat back on her heels. My cock had never felt so stiff and erect, I wanted her to satisfy me orally and be further humiliated by me squirting my spunk all over her flawless features. I held her bowed head in my hands and brought her mouth to my young dick,

"Suck your Master's dick bitch, if I feel your teeth touch me or you do not it like the whore I know you to be, then these clamps will be a permanent feature and I may even replace them by steel rings" I gave a swift jerk on the chain and thrust my engorged shaft deep into her throat, causing her to momentarily gag until she got her reflexes under control. Giving no thought for her comfort or enjoyment, I fucked her face hard and fast. I felt my cumm boiling up inside, surging up my cock and I removed it from her hungry mouth and shot my thick spunk all over her face and tits. I watched as it ran down into her eyes, dripped from her nose, off her chin to her heaving breasts and said,

"Ummmm that wasn't bad for an old slag like you, now use your fingers, clean it off and swallow it whore" Seeing her submissively eating my cumm was getting me hard again and I knew I had at least one more climax in me before the night was done. I searched through her cupboards looking for the box of toys I knew she must keep somewhere in this room and I eventually found it hidden behind a shoe rack. Her eyes bulged in fright as she realised that giving me a blow job was just the start of this evening's torment and she moaned pitifully when she saw me strapping on the harness which she had used in the video I watched earlier.

After I had checked that she had scooped up all my semen and hadn't missed any, I removed the nipple clamps and gently sucked her sensitive nubs, made all the more tender by the blood rushing back to them after having been held captive for so long by the cruel pincer like jaws. I lay her on the bed, face up, handcuffed her wrists to the bed posts and using rope from her toy box, tied her lower legs tightly to her thighs and stuffed pillows under her buttocks. I attached another length to one knee, passed it under the bed and spreading her legs impossibly wide, I tied it to her other knee. She was at my mercy, her cunt flowered open, juices glistening on her lips and running over her tight little rose bud. I knelt between her legs and lowered my face to her beautiful pussy. Her clit was undeniably aroused, I sucked it between my lips and I heard her give a moan of pleasure as more of her sweet nectar flowed from her juicy hole.

I pressed the head of her own monster strap-on dildo to her entrance and slowly pressed forwards. She was moaning continuously and I felt her hips jerk wanting more of this huge phallus inside her. When she had taken four inches of this monster, the head of my cock came against her tightly shut anus and I said,

"If you want any more slut then you will have to let me into that virgin ass of yours, but I can assure you that if you don't willingly help me, you will not get the climax your slutty body craves" My finger and thumb squeezed her swollen clit and by way of reply I felt her relax her sphincter and say,

"Yes Master, fuck this worthless whore's ass, just let me cumm I beg of you" I reached down and fed the bulbous end of my prick into her opening and with one savage thrust filled both her grasping holes with cock and dildo. She screamed out as pleasure overcame her pain and she spasmed to a shattering climax. I kept pounding my hips, feeling the enormous strap-on deep inside her pussy, separated only by the thin membrane as my cock rammed her anal channel. Another intense orgasm ripped through her body, I too spurted my second load of the night and collapsed on top her, exhausted, but satisfied that she was now under my control, a mindless sex slave and one who would pay dearly for her past mistakes.

Her final chore for tonight was to thoroughly clean my equipment and suck her own copious spend from the rubber dick she had had so much pleasure from. I released her legs from the ropes and her wrists from the cuffs and when she was able to move freely again, I led her to the end of the bed, told her to lie on the floor and cuffed her to the sturdy bed frame. She looked up at me, barely able to disguise the look of sheer hatred and dissolved into tears. I threw her a blanket and climbed between her freshly laundered, cool cotton sheets and was asleep in an instant.

The morning sun streamed through the window, lighting up the room and waking me from an extremely arousing dream. One where I had total control over my bitchy Aunt Madge, but as I regained my senses, I realised that it wasn't a dream at all, I did have that control over her and the evidence was asleep on the floor at the end of her of her own bed. I went through to the adjoining bathroom and relieved myself, my cock stiffening as I recalled the events of the previous evening.

The noise of the flush must have wakened her and as I strode back to the room she looked up at me pleadingly. I unlocked the handcuffs and as she rubbed the chaff marks on her wrists, I said,

"You have twenty minutes to do what you have to do and then report back here for morning 'inspection' my cumm slut. Now hurry up, we have a busy day ahead of us!" She rushed away to the bathroom and I heard her going through her morning routine, wondering what was going through her mind at this sudden turn of events.

She was back well before the allotted time ran out and she stood meekly in the position I had given her for 'inspection', legs apart and hands behind head. Lazily I climbed off the bed, her eyes warily following my every movement; I walked behind her and ran my hands up her sides. I immediately noticed that she hadn't shaved under her arms, so I let my hands slowly travel across her tummy and onto her mons. Finding that not as smooth as I liked, I whispered in her ear that she had just earned herself twenty more lashes, but they would kept until tonight, because she will probably earn more before the day was done and besides, my cock needed her attention and every day, after 'inspection', she would be required to suck me dry.

When she had finished and swallowed my morning offering, she reached for her clothes to get dressed for the day and I said,

"What do you think you are doing bitch? I decide what you wear or do not wear, from now on and today you will wear hold ups and heels, nothing else, Ok?" Her body slumped in resignation as she finally realised that her life, as she previously knew it, was a thing of the past and that she had given over full control to her Nephew.

As I was towelling myself dry after a relaxing shower, the smell of frying bacon made me aware of how hungry I was and my mouth started watering at the prospect of a good hearty breakfast. I pulled on a pair of tight sports shorts and made my way to the source of those delicious smells. Madge had put on an apron and was busy at the cooker so didn't hear my arrival,

"What is the meaning of this slut? I do not remember you asking for permission to cover yourself. Add ten more stripes to your punishment" She nearly dropped the frying pan on the floor in her surprise, quickly regained her composure and said,

"Look! I'll be your sex slave, do anything you tell me, but when I'm frying, I wear an apron, the hot fat was spitting and I won't get burnt for anyone, Ok...........Master?" She added as an afterthought.

"I'll decide!" I said menacingly and glared at her, "I saw in a couple of your videos that you liked to play with candles, dripping hot wax over my father's wedding tackle? Well that is something you can look forward to later, aswell as an additional ten stripes for disobedience. Ditch the pinny and get your arse over here, give me the egg slice and hold your tits out in front of you" I thought for a minute that she was going to rebel and stand defiant, but I guess she thought about the consequences, she dropped the apron and did as I commanded. Her nipples still looked raw from the harsh treatment I had given them with the clamps, but I didn't care, she needed to be taught who was boss.

'Slap!' I brought the flat of the slice down sharply across one nipple and again on the other. She tried to back away, but I stopped her and ordered her to stand still, she was to receive four more on each breast and if she moved, I would continue until she obeyed me. When I had finished, her tits were a bright scarlet in colour and her nipples so swollen that they looked fit to burst. I took a little pity on her and told her that after she had served me my breakfast, she was to fetch a tub of moisturising cream from the bathroom and bring it here to the kitchen. As I began to eat, she got the cream and returned immediately,

"What do you want with this Master?" She asked, holding out the jar. I chewed my food deliberately, swallowed and said,

"Sit in that chair opposite me, legs across the arms, rub the cream onto your tits with one hand and using your other, make yourself cumm! And to make it more interesting, if you bring yourself off before I finish eating, you can have some breakfast, if not, then you get nothing till lunchtime, Ok, get started bitch!"

She wasted no time in applying some cream to her aching breast flesh and she soon had her fingers working cream over her already wet pussy. With an eye on my plate, her digits moved quicker and quicker and before long her clit was as swollen as her nipples. Her breathing quickened, her eyes closed and her juices were making lewd squishy noises as her fingers pistoned in and out of her sloppy hole and I couldn't help grinning. Here was my haughty Aunt, who only yesterday was treating me like shit, racing to finish herself off in front of me and oblivious to the fact, that I had finished eating a short while ago. Her climax was building rapidly, burying three fingers deep inside her abused fanny and thumbing her clit furiously, she cried out triumphantly,

"Yessssssssss, Oh Yessssssssssss, I'm cumming!" Her body tensed and a flood of cumm gushed around her hand and dripped to the floor. She lay back in the chair panting with exertion, her fingers still inside her gooey cunt and face flushed with embarrassment.

"Too late cumm slut, I finished before you!" I laughed evilly and not being a complete arsehole, I threw her the end of the loaf and told her to wipe herself clean with it and if she was hungry enough, she could eat the bread later. Having me degrade her like this was the last straw; she huddled up in the chair and sobbed bitterly,

"Oh God, what can I do to stop you treating me like this? I know Bob and I have done wrong, we should never have arranged to kill George. But it is done now and I can't turn back the clock. Anyway, he didn't care what I did; you can see that from the videos he made of his Brother and me. He knew all along Gordon, I beg you to................." The kitchen door opening, interrupted her in mid sentence, footsteps sounded on the hard tiled floor and a quiet voice said,

"Yes Marjory, you are right, I knew all about you; and my Brother; and the sordid little games you played"

Auntie Madge slumped off the chair and landed flat on the floor in a dead faint. I have to admit that I nearly joined her, because there, as large as life, was my Uncle George and he was very much alive!

"Hi Gordon, you have done even better than I expected. I knew that you would take my hint and treat her like the slut she really is, but I never thought you'd get her to confess to trying to kill me like that. I know you're confused and I'll explain more when she wakes up" He said, pointing his toe at his nearly naked wife lying on the floor. I got to my feet unsteadily, still reeling from the shock of seeing him fit and healthy and I embraced him,

"Welcome back Uncle George, I thought we had lost you forever and that is why I have been treating her the way I have been. Since watching your videos, I wanted to kill them both, yes, my father included!" As he returned my hug and told me that it was alright and that he was here now, I felt tears of relief course down my cheeks. We parted and George said,

"Come on Gordon, let's get the bitch awake and we'll have some fun with her, what do you say son?" I laughed and said, 'why not', grabbed a jug of cold water and poured it over my Aunt's face. She coughed and spluttered, her eyes opened and she looked at Uncle George in sheer terror and in a scared voice said,

"You're dead, the car, the barrier, the wreckage! What does it all mean? Thank God you're alive, this cretin of a nephew of ours has been blackmailing me and now, he has no reason my Love, and I have you back again! It was all Bob's idea you know? He talked me into it and I'll make it up to you, I promise my Darling" She said frantically, her attempts at reconciliation were awesome to behold.

Uncle George was not at all moved by her outburst; he reached down, grabbed her by her tender nipples and yanked her to her feet. He showed no emotion when she cried out, he twisted her buds viciously and said,

"Way too late for that, you whore! You showed your true colours and now its payback time. But, before Gordon and I have our fun, you will phone that wretched Brother of mine and convince him that he and Carol get themselves up here as soon as possible. The longer they take, the longer we have the use of your worthless body, is that understood slag?" She knew that resistance was futile, so she dialled my parent's number and was soon telling my Dad that she needed to see them both, it was an emergency and they should get here as soon as possible. There was a slight pause, she groaned, looked at our grinning faces and said,

"Are you sure you can't get here before four o'clock?" Her face crumpled as presumably my Father told her that they couldn't be any earlier; she mumbled a reply and hung up the phone. George looked at his watch and with an evil laugh said,

"Well it looks like you have about five hours of entertaining to do tramp. Why don't you fetch her 'toy box' Gordon, I'm sure there are lots of things in there that we can amuse ourselves with and while you are away, I'll see if she can raise my cock back from the dead, so to speak" I rummaged around in Madge's numerous closets until I was satisfied that I had retrieved all of her BDSM paraphernalia and sex aids, which was a considerable amount I can assure you.