"You're a hot whore, Aunt Tits!" Roger groaned, pulling his slimy cock out of her ass and rubbing it clean on the shuddering white cheeks of her ass. "I think you're going to really love your Halloween party."
Steve pulled his cock out of his aunt's mouth and rubbed her spit and his cum off on her nose. He grinned at the look of disgust on her face, and he played with her, slapping his still-hard cock against her face. His jism coated her chin and painted a silvery mustache on her upper lip. Now he drew trails of slime across her cheeks and forehead.
Elaine closed her eyes tightly. Suddenly what Roger had said penetrated the fog of pain and humiliation that surrounded hers, and her heart beat faster.
"Party?" she whispered, her voice trembling with fear.
"A Halloween party," Peter replied, fingering his rock-hard, wrist-thick cock. "Just a few dozen of our closest friends."
"Yeah," Steve agreed. "No more than a hundred."
"Oh, and by the way, Aunt Big Tits," Roger added, "You had your treat. Now here's a little trick."
Elaine felt a sudden warmth fill her cunt and for an instant she thought Roger was cumming again. Then Peter and Steve started laughing and the terrible stench reached her nose, and she knew what he was doing. She wailed with shame and anger as he filled her cunt with his stinking piss.
"Yeah, trick or treat, you sexy old cunt!" Peter yelled, and he sprayed her bowed back with burning yellow piss.
"Yeah, Aunt Elaine!" Steve gasped. "Trick or treat!"
When he started pissing, Elaine knew she was in hell.
CHAPTER THREE
"You monsters! What have you done?"
Elaine's living room had been changed. She stood between the three boys without a stitch of clothing on, gluey cum drooling from her ass and cunt, her body stinking from the piss they had sprayed her with. Her hands were tied in front of her.
They had turned her living room into a chamber of horrors. Some of what they had dragged in looked as though it had been bought, at either a magic store or some kind of perverted sex shop. Other things seemed to be homemade, and she wondered how long the three boys had been planning on making her their slave.
"Over here, bitch," Peter said with a giggle, and he and Roger pulled her to a wide, rough wooden table. "I think you'll like this, Aunt Elaine. It's kind of a golden oldie torture."
Elaine had an instant to see that the legs of the table could be raised or lowered independently of each other before the two rough boys pushed her down across it. She looked up and down the length of the table and saw that there were fur-lined metal cuffs at each corner. Looking beyond, she saw that the cuffs were connected to chains that were in turn connected to pulleys. When she saw the crank handle at the table's far side, she struggled.
"I think she knows what it is," Steve said, his face red with exertion as he held on to one of Elaine's thrashing legs. "Hurry up and cuff her hands! She's about to knock me out down here!"
Elaine fought them as hard as she could, but it was hopeless. Peter had to untie her hands to pull them up to the cuffs above her head, but he took one arm and Roger took the other, and between them they easily stretched her arms out above her. After they cuffed her hands, Roger and Pete grabbed her thighs, and Steve closed the fur-lined cuffs around her ankles. The stacked redhead was spread-eagled helplessly on the table. On the rack.
There was a knocking at the door.
"Shit," Peter said, glancing at his watch. "It's still a little early. You guys keep getting her ready. I'll be right back."
"Nooooo!" Elaine screamed. "Please don't let anyone else in! I'll fuck you all, but don't let anybody else in here! Don't let anyone else see me!"
"See you?" Roger said with a sneer. "Hell, we're going to let them fuck you!"
Elaine closed her eyes. She couldn't believe that they were bringing in other boys to join in some kind of hellish gang-bang. Tools of torture filled her living room, whips and chains and vises.
While Peter was gone, Roger and Steve quickly pulled on Halloween costumes. Roger was dressed in the black leather of a medieval torturer and Steve was wearing a devil outfit. Both costumes left their cocks and balls free for action, and both boys had dripping, throbbing erections. Elaine shuddered with horror.
"We've got a costume for you too, Aunt Elaine," Steve said gleefully. "But we couldn't put it on yet, 'cause of the candles."
Elaine saw Roger walking toward her, a box of long, black candles in one hand and a lighter in the other. She began to shake.
"No!" she whimpered. "Oh please, Roger, baby, I'll be a good aunt, I won't be a bitch! I'll be good to your mom and dad! I promise I will! Oh please no, oh please, I promise!"
"You're going to promise all kinds of shit before tonight's over, you big-titted bitch!" Roger hissed, then set the candles down to give the crank a turn.
When Roger turned that horrible crank, her arms and legs were pulled out tight toward the corners of the table. Elaine squealed with pain, jerked and bucked wildly as agony flowed down her arms and legs. The boys had constructed a homemade rack, and now she was spread out helplessly atop it.
"Here we go, Aunt Tits," Roger said with a giggle and lit the first candle. He held it over one of her huge, firm tits, and Elaine whimpered with fear. "Don't be such a baby, bitch. Candle wax doesn't hurt near as bad as some of the other stuff we're going to be doing to you."
Peter walked back into the room, a dozen boys behind him. They were carrying beer and hard liquor, and they were all dressed up in Halloween costumes. Pirates and cowboys and monsters of every variety came in to get a look at her naked, shivering body.
"Look at those tits!" one of the boys gasped. "Look at those giant fucking tits!"
The first sizzling drop of hot wax hit Elaine's left nipple, and she screamed in shock and pain. She bucked up off the table, arching her back as the cuffs held her tightly to the table. She whipped her head from side to side, her shoulder-length red hair flying across her pretty face. Her enormous tits shifted back and forth across her chest as she struggled and twisted.
The mob of boys stepped closer to watch.
"Everybody grab a candle!" Peter shouted. The doorbell rang and he groaned. "Go on, guys. Shit, if this keeps up, I'm going to miss out on all the fun!"
Elaine stared up at the boys who surrounded her with wide, terrified eyes. The boys grabbed up the candles, lighting them and then forming a tight ring around her. Some of the boys touched her, running their hands over her shuddering stomach and full hips. Others pinched the nipple that hadn't been splattered with hot wax and pulled on the tender pink lips of her pussy.
Elaine shuddered and twisted as hot wax splattered down on her tender flesh. Perhaps fifteen boys were dripping hot wax on her, burning her tits and stomach and legs. One boy managed to angle his candle so that hot wax dripped down on her cunt lips, and Elaine almost pulled her legs from their sockets trying to jerk away. A boy dribbled hot wax down on her face, and as much as she jerked her head back and forth, the sexy redhead couldn't escape all of the burning liquid.
Her left nipple was buried under burning black wax, and Roger turned his candle right side up and settled it into the gooey mound. Another boy propped a candle atop her right nipple, and Elaine looked down in horror at her own body. A moment later a tall black candle had been planted in the perfect cup of her navel. Elaine couldn't keep herself from crying.
"Fucking crybaby!" Roger growled, grabbing another candle and lighting it. "You know we could be burning you with the flames and not just the fucking wax. We're being fucking nice to you, Tits."
He grabbed his beautiful aunt by her jaw and forced her mouth open. She tried to pull her head free of his painful grasp, but several other boys wrapped their hands in her hair and held her still. Then, grinning evilly, Roger let hot wax drip down into Elaine's wet, open mouth.