"You're right," he said, "she's as dry as the Arizona desert. Have to do something about that."
He pushed a finger into Corinne's cunt, and Corinne jerked and wailed with the painful rasp over her pussy walls. He pushed again and came up against the tight drum of Corinne's cherry.
"Well, fuck me!" he said. "I thought you had to be lying to try and get some pity. Well, I gotta have that. Don't you think, boys? I should be the one to take my aunt's cherry?" He slid his finger out of her cunt and left Corinne weeping bitterly.
"Luckyfucker," Martin said. "Not often you get to do that. I never got to fuck my aunts. But then, with my aunts, who the fuck would want to?"
"Okay, Aunt Corinne," Julius said, grinning with anticipation. "But first, you get up and show us all that great body of yours. All of it, got that?"
Corinne broke into sobs of horror. "Please, Julius. Please, don't make me do this, please! What would your father say?"
"He'd say: 'Hey, Son, about time that stuck-up sister of mine got her cunt well and truly fucked out.' But then, you know what a crude fucker my father is." He'd laughed and turned away.
The cuffs clicked open and Corinne almost wept from the sheer relief. She rubbed her tits desperately, more throbbing pain rolling out of the contact. Then the chain came off the collar.
"Don't touch that," Donald said softly, running his fingers over the black leather around Corinne's neck. "You wear that until you're told to take it off. Now, stand up."
Corinne got to her feet and closed the torn sides of her blouse with an automatic gesture. Her bra was wadded up inside it, but she wasn't thinking of that.
Saul's cock was hard again as Susie's soft mouth worked up and down on it, sucking gently, her blonde ringlets falling over her face. Martin leaned back in his chair, the same amused smiled on his face. Julius and Donald had gotten another drink each and were waiting for her.
Her legs shook as she walked to the center of the room. They had all seen most of her body anyway, but it was still horrible to have to strip for them. Corinne thought about refusing, but she could see Melissa, holding the whip, stroking it, watching her carefully.
She was weeping as she opened the blouse again and let it slide down her arms and off. She unzipped her skirt and let that run down her lovely legs, stepping out of it and putting it over the back of a chair.
She reached down for the hem of her slip with dull submission.
"No," Julius said. "The bra, get that off."
Corinne let go of her slip. The top of it was partly over her tits, so she had to ease that to the side before she could slide the expensive bra off her shoulders.
It took a little effort, but eventually the bra was on the floor and she stood in front of them all in her little slip, panties, stockings and high heels.
"Keep the slip, but take off your panties," Julius said.
Corinne trembled uncontrollably as she lifted her slip hem and reached for the waistband of her panties. She made sure the hem of the slip dropped over her ass as she eased her panties away and down her legs. She managed to step out of them without showing too much more, but her audience didn't mind. They were going to get what they wanted, anyway.
"Come here," Julius commanded.
Corinne felt herself shaking wildly as she went over to her nephew and waited in front of him, the center of all the staring eyes.
"Drink this," he said, "all of it."
He gave her a tumbler with a considerable amount of straight whiskey in it. Corinne stared into the glass.
"I don't drink," she moaned.
"You do now – drink it," he said.
Corinne raised the glass and took a sip.
"All of it, in one go, or else," he said.
"Please, I don't want to drink."
Donald swung around and grabbed her elbows, his strong hands holding them into the small of her back. She screamed, but the drink was out of her hand before she could spill it.
Julius took a pair of massive paper clips out of his packet and showed them to Corinne. She squirmed and wept, for they had terribly strong springs that were designed to hold thick stacks of paper. He squeezed hard and one of them opened, the jaws straining hard against his fingers.
"I'm going to put one of these on each nipple," he said, "and take them off when you've drunk it. And a bit more for good measure." He let the paper clip go and the jaws clicked shut with terrifying force.
He turned back and added another half-inch of whiskey to the glass while Corinne choked and cried in horror.
"I'll drink it!" she wept. "Really, I will!"
"That's your trouble," he said, setting the glass back on the table. "You always think too late. Hold her, Donald."
Corinne screamed, struggling against Donald's hands as he held her tight and Julius slid the terrible clips closer to her already-beaten, throbbing nipples. Her tits were thrust out by the force of Donald's hands on her elbows in the small of her back, and she moaned as the cold steel of the clip ran over her tit.
"No, Julius, please! I'll drink it, I will! Please, I'll do anything, please! Aaahhhh." She stared at the open jaws of the clip, poised around her nipple.
Very slowly, he let his grip go, the clip jaws closed on her nipple, clamping it tightly, then biting in, the pain rushing out in a slow tide.
"Oohhhhh!" Corinne wept, her body ringing with pain as she struggled helplessly against Donald's iron grip. Her nipple felt as if it was crushed when Julius let go of it and brought the other clip to her other nipple. "Please, no, Julius, not like that, please."
"Like this, then?" He let the clip jaws go.
They slammed shut on Corinne's nipple. Her scream rang off the walls, her body twisted, breaking even out of Donald's grip as she fell to the floor, screaming in pain her hands going to her tits.
"Don't take them off!" Julius snapped. "Or I'll hang you up and make you wear them for an hour."
Corinne screamed, crawling in pain on the carpet, her tits exploding with agony. Sweat broke out all over her body, her lovely blonde hair dangling as her crushed nipples burned in utter agony.
"Get up!" Julius barked.
Corinne managed to get to her knees, her expensive stockings tearing as she moved. She held her tits, squeezing them as hard as she could to help ease the pain.
Julius held out the drink to her. She grabbed it and swallowed the whole thing in one gulp. Her head spun as she knelt there, and Julius reached for the clips. He took hold of them bath and pulled viciously.
"Aaaghgh!" Corinne screamed as the two terrible clips pulled her tits outward, still clipped hard on her nipples.
Her body racked as the full strength of the clips pulled against her flesh. Her tits stretched, her nipples standing out, thin lines of aching flesh. Corinne wailed as Julius gave a final great tug and the clips jerked off her nipples. She screeched and fell helplessly onto the carpet, rubbing her crushed nipples.
"Have you learned to behave yet?" Julius asked. "Yes, yes!" Corinne sobbed, her hands caressing her tits, the throbbing agony in them slowly subsiding.
"Good," he said. "I've been getting unbearably horny. Stand up."
Corinne struggled to do as she was told, pain still rushing from her tits as she struggled up, her stockings torn, her slip twisted all over the place.
"Shoes," Julius said.
Corinne had to stop and put on one of her shoes that had fallen off in her agony. Finally she faced her tormentor, tears rolling dawn her face, her legs shaking uncontrollably.
"Now," Julius said, "you're going to undress me and get to know my cock real well. Just for a start. So, bitch, undress me."
Corinne couldn't stop weeping as she reached out and tried to pull his jacket off his shoulders. She wondered if she would survive this nightmare.