Jane gagged as her niece's hot piss filled her mouth. Marcia held her head firmly in place, and it was swallow or drown for her miserable captive aunt. Marcia's piss tasted even worse than her brother's. Every swallow made Jane want to throw up, but there was nothing left in her stomach. And Marcia was especially cruel.
She held back the flow of her piss, splashing just enough to keep Jane busy swallowing but never enough to make her choke. Jane was forced to drink down every drop of her piss.
She tried to tell herself that after Marcia got through with her everything would be over. Mike and Marcia would go home and Jane would never let them get near her again. She knew it was a lie.
"So sweet," Marcia said teasingly. She lifted herself off her aunt and laughed at the sight of Jane's classically beautiful face soaked in cunt cream. "Now it's time for some real fun, Aunt Jane. Are you ready?"
Before Jane could answer, Marcia pounded her fist into the quivering flat of her stomach. Jane cried out in agony. Marcia slammed her fist once into each of Jane's perky tits, smashing them flat against her chest. Then she hit Jane right on the point of her chin, and the world went hazy, tilting at weird angles. The pain was excruciating.
Marcia freed Jane's hands, but the older woman was in far too much pain to make use of her freedom. Before she knew what was happening Marcia had yanked her off the bed. The impact with the floor stunned Jane further. Marcia was on top of her in an instant, jerking her head back by a handful of her silky, beautiful hair, then slamming her forehead into the floor. She pounded Jane's head into the floor three times before the tortured, beautiful woman passed out.
CHAPTER FIVE
When Jane woke up, Marcia was still with her. But Jane wasn't in her bed anymore. She was on the floor, the furniture all pushed against the walls to leave a wide square area in the center of the room empty. Empty, that was, except for her. She was lying right at its center, like an exhibit in a museum.
She was also bound, and in the most horrible way imaginable. She looked up at Marcia, who was standing by the door. Marcia was dressed again, in sexy black silk shorts and a thin cotton tank top that hugged her full tits like a second skin. Jane was still naked. She hadn't even been given ropes to bind her. She was tied with her own hair.
Jane was lying on her back. Her long, beautiful hair had been separated into two long braids. One braid trailed down over each shoulder. The end of the right braid tied her right wrist to her right ankle. The braid on the left did the same to the other side. Her arms were pulled down painfully over her legs. Her knees were pressed up into her armpits. The worst pain of all came from the hellish strain of having her hair used as rope.
That was also the cause of Jane's deepest humiliation and despair. Her hair, her long, silky beautiful hair, the thing about herself that she had always been proudest of, was now the source of another desecration. She cried over the way it was knotted around her wrists and ankles. It seemed that Marcia and Mike wouldn't be satisfied until they had broken her completely, crushed the last of her pride and will power and reduced her to nothing more than a groveling, mindless slut.
"Please, Marcia," she said, her voice soft and despairing. "Please let me go. I'll do anything you want, but this hurts so much. And my hair hurts so bad. Please don't hurt my hair."
"You really love that long pretty hair, don't you?" Marcia asked, a bitchy smile on her face. She closed her hand around the doorknob. "I'm going to have such fun with it. I'm going to play so many wild games. I might even shave you bald."
"Please," Jane pleaded sadly. She tried to pull her knees back farther to relieve some of the stress from her hair, but it was no use. "I never thought you could be so cruel."
"Surprise," Marcia said with a smirk. She opened the door. "And now for some more of what you were begging for earlier. Let's see just how many cocks it takes to calm your slutty ass down."
A guy Jane had never seen before walked into the room. His clothes were still on, but as he walked through the door he unzipped his pants and pulled out a long, thin cock that was just starting to get hard. Sane wanted to die from the shame of being displayed so wantonly in front of a stranger, but she couldn't seem to take her eyes off him. He was blonde and good looking, and his cock was like a spear, long and thin with a pointed head.
"Look at her," Marcia said with a giggle.
"Aunt Jane's mouth is watering for your cock."
"It ain't her mouth that's going to get it, though," the guy said, winking at Marcia. "You were right, she sure is a fucking looker. Almost as good as you, Marcia."
"Almost," Marcia said. "You better get started, Ted. There's a lot of guys waiting."
"You ain't shitting," Ted said with a grin. "All twelve of us. And there's not a limp cock or dry pussy in the crowd."
Jane started crying as the guy stepped-up to her. In her whole life Jane had only fucked four carefully selected guys. Now in one hellish night her niece and nephew were going to force her to triple, or perhaps even quadruple that total.
Her cunt began to twitch and burn.
"Don't worry, lady," Ted said, dropping between her widespread legs and slapping his hardening cock down on the silky mound of her pussy. "It's not going to hurt. Not for a while anyway. Shit, you're every bit the beauty Mike's dad said you were."
For an instant Jane wondered why this teenage guy would be talking about her to her brother. Then he stabbed his cock between her spread cunt-lips and she stopped thinking about anything at all.
"Shit, she's hot!" Ted shouted as he fucked her pussy with one sure, swift stroke. "Never fucked a pussy this tight and hot before."
Jane whimpered at the way the guy talked about her to her niece. She shut her eyes tight against the pain of his sudden, brutal thrust and tried to blank her mind of the humiliation she was suffering.
Ted leaned over her body, planting his elbows on either side of her head. Jane didn't try to turn away when he plastered his mouth over hers. She parted her lips submissively when he pushed his tongue against them. He kissed her roughly, crushing her lips and using his tongue to probe her mouth.
He used her cunt as though it belonged to him too. After his first jolting thrust he ground his ass around in wide, clumsy circles, driving his cock as deep into Jane's tiny cunt as it could possibly go. He seemed to be savoring the tight, wet grip of her pussy. Jane squeezed her cunt tight around his cock, trying to give him the pleasure that would make him cum.
"Sweet bitch!" he gasped into her open mouth, biting playfully at her lush lips. "You love it, don't you? Your dirty little cunt's going wild on my big prick!"
Jane's sleek little body shook with the force of her crying. Still she nodded and tried to smile for the handsome blonde teenager whose cock was buried deep inside hex. She knew that her only hope of surviving a twelve-person gang-rape with her body and mind intact was to make each attacker climax as quickly as possible.
Ted pulled his cock out a few inches, then fucked it back inside her. He dropped his head to her perky, pointed tits and licked his way down the center of her silky cleavage. He rubbed his hands over Jane's face, smearing his dirty palms over her lips, probing her ears and nose with his fingers. Jane lay almost still beneath him, the cruel bondage she was sealed in keeping her from squirming with the pleasure and discomfort she was feeling. The only movements she made were those that Ted's short, jolting fuck-strokes forced from her. Even those hurt terribly.
"Beautiful, just beautiful!" Ted groaned, pumping his cock in her cunt while he nibbled on her upthrust, stiff-nippled tits. "Beautiful legs, sweet little pussy, pretty tits and the most beautiful fucking face I've ever seen! You're pretty all over, lady! Now how about you use that pretty mouth to suck my fingers?"