After the last guy had whipped her, all three girls put out their candles by pushing them into the soaked pocket of Jane's cunt. Each girl fucked her candle inside Jane until they had brought her to another orgasm, laughing with each other at the way they could make their gorgeous slave climax even while she was unconscious.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Jane wasn't sure how long she had been in slavery in her own house. She thought that it must be at least a week, because the welts from the savage beating the guys had given her on the first day had pretty much healed. Even the cigarette burns she had been given by Margot on the second day had almost completely vanished. Keeping track of her injuries was the only way Jane had left of judging time, because the guys fucked and tortured her to the point of insensibility several times each day.
Jane knew it was morning because she could see the sun rising. The guys had left her in her living room overnight, her hair tied into a ponytail and stretched high above her head. It was threaded through a pulley Tod and Bob had put on the ceiling and pulled so tight that Jane could only touch the floor with the tips of her toes. Her arms were tied behind her back in a way that made her pert tits jut out. She was naked, of course. The only time the guys gave her any clothes to wear was when they wanted the fun of tearing them off her or making her strip like some kind of common slut.
The guys had fucked her in every way imaginable, tortured her in ways that had reduced her to a cowering, obedient fuck-slave. But she had cum through it all.
Jane didn't know why no one at her office had called to find out what had happened to her. It didn't really matter. She knew she could never go back to her job.
"Hi, Aunt Jane," Mike said, walking into the room. He was dressed. The guys seemed to like being dressed around Jane. It was another way they showed her how superior they were to her. "This is your big day, whore. Final exams, then you get your graduation ceremony."
Mike untied Jane's hands, then freed her hair from the pulley. He pulled it out of the ponytail it had been tied in, then made her shake it loose over her shoulders. After that he walked across the living room, made himself a drink and sat down. Jane stood uncertainly where he had left her, rubbing her wrists and wondering what was happening. It had been days since she had last been completely free of any bonds. It felt strange to her, and somehow frightening.
She and Mike stared at each other in silence, and as they did Jane felt her cunt start to twitch and moisten. She clamped her silky thighs together, trying to fight off the unwanted fingers of pleasure that were probing through her. Mike saw the movement and smiled.
Mike was the most handsome and Marcia the most beautiful of all the people who had made Jane their slave. Jane always climaxed harder when it was Mike or Marcia who were abusing her sultry body. She was getting excited now just standing naked in front of Mike.
"Just me and Marcia today, Aunt Jane," Mike said as though he was reading her mind. "Everybody else is at home. We're going to see how much you've learned. If you pass, this could be a big fucking day for you."
Jane didn't know what Mike was talking about. There had been a time when that would have bothered her, but now it seemed almost comforting. Mike was just a teenager, and she was almost thirty, but she had grown used to taking orders from him.
"Stick your fingers in your cunt," Mike said.
"Three, from your right hand."
With a tiny quaking of pleasure. Jane did as her nephew told her. She scratched the first three fingers of her right hand over her swollen pink pussy-lips, then pushed them slowly inside. The three fingers filled her cunt. She wiggled them around, not sure whether or not Mike wanted her to finger-fuck herself, and not wanting to do anything wrong.
"Move them around a little," Mike said. "Fuck yourself."
Jane barely held back a whimper of pleasure as she drove her fingers deep inside her clasping cunt. She wavered on her feet, driven past the point of exhaustion by her full night of standing on tiptoe. It was hard to stand on her rubbery legs, even harder with shuddery fingers of pleasure tickling through her horny cunt.
"Take your fingers out of your cunt," Mike said after a few moments. "Put them in your mouth and suck them dean."
Jane moaned in despair and humiliation. Mike was making her perform like some kind of trained animal. She knew that she could never refuse him. Her fingers were damp with pussycream when she pulled them from her cunt. She stuck them in her mouth and tasted her own pussy-juice. The trembling excitement in her pussy increased at the act of self-debasement Mike was forcing her to perform.
"Stick them back in your cunt," Mike said. "Screw them around hard in there. I really want to see you humping."
Tern welled in Jane's eyes as she pushed her fingers up inside her pussy. Her cunt clutched around the fingers like a powerful fist, wringing them as though it wanted to tear them from her hand. Jane couldn't keep her ass from bucking as she pistoned the three fingers deep into her pussy.
For long moments Mike watched her in silence as she rammed the three fingers into her cunt. The only sounds in the room were the squishing of pussy-cream in Jane's rapidly juicing cunt and the tiny, bubbling moans of pleasure and humiliation that escaped her sexy lips. Jane's cunt grabbed at her fingers and her ass circled and thrust in a sensual display of sexual arousal.
"Pull them out," Mike said. He pulled his shirt off, revealing his muscular chest and flat, hard belly. "This time lick them clean. I want to see your tongue wagging, Aunt Jane. You can show me that, can't you?"
Jane whined as she pulled her fingers from her pussy. Her fingers were dripping with pussy cream. It webbed her fingers together and ran down the back of her hand.
Jane stuck her soft pink tongue out of her mouth and washed it over her fingers. The smell of her cunt was so strong on her hand that it was almost overpowering. The taste was base and heady. It made Jane's clit throb with excitement. She whipped her tongue down in between each of her fingers, then lovingly licked her way back up. She even licked the back of her hand, catching every single drop of pussy-juice.
"Bend down a little, Aunt Jane. Crouch." Mike kicked off his shoes as he spoke. "Play with your cunt with one hand and play with your tits with the other. Pinch your nipples hard. Really pull on your cunt-lips."
Tears ran down Jane's pretty cheeks. She knew why Mike was doing things this way. She wasn't bound in any way now. There was no crowd of guys in the room ready to force her to do as they wanted. Mike wanted to show her that she was a willing slave, that she needed the pain and degradation he and the others were giving her.
She crouched, dropping her right hand to her pussy as she worked her left hand over her tits. She pinched her stiff nipples until she cried out in pain, first crushing them between her fingers then driving her nails into them until she broke into a cold, clammy sweat from the pain she was inflicting on herself. She yanked on her swollen pussy-lips, kneading them like big wads of dough. Before long her hand was drenched with pussy-cream once more.
Mike unzipped his pants as Jane mauled her tits and pussy. He pulled out his long, fat cock and stroked it absently as Jane squeezed her tits and masturbated. He was getting off on the miserable expression on his aunt's beautiful face.
"All you are is an old bitch dog," he said, and watched the shudder of degraded pleasure that passed through his aunt's svelte, sexy body. "You're drooling for cock, aren't you? Drool on yourself a little, Aunt Jane. I want to see your mouth watering for cock."
Jane moaned with shame. Then she let spit slide down from the corners of her mouth. Her slender, sultry body trembled at the exertion of staying in the catcher's crouch. Pussy-cream was splattering down from her spread-open cunt, drenching her hand and soaking the floor beneath her.