Actually, she realized, she would look like just what she was – someone's tied-up, fuckedover sex slave. That was exactly what her two nephews had turned her into, and now Tina wasn't even sure that she didn't deserve what the boys were doing to her. Tina hated herself for what the boys had turned her into. She wondered how much more she could take before Peter and Rick erased every bit of the woman she had been before this weekend.
The coat rack had slid over a foot inside her cunt. The top row of curving hat hooks were gouging Tina's white ass cheeks. They were preventing the entire coat rack from sliding into her. Tina was certain she'd have been killed by the hat rack if it weren't for the hooks. The umbrella still plugged Tina's ass, too, its handle wiggling in the air every time Tina wriggled her hips. Tina's cunt and asshole were both terribly sore. She prayed that the huge prods that had been stuck in her for so long hadn't ruined her.
The last few moments a new humiliation had become foremost in Tina's mind. She had to piss badly. So badly in fact that even though she tried with all her might she could feel her piss begin to dribble out. Her nephews had tied her so that her cunt was right over her face, and Tina wanted to die with shame and disgust as she realized that she'd not only be pissing on her new living room carpet but right in her own face as well.
Tina fought all the way, but her bladder was aching terribly. It was so heavy inside her that Tina finally became frightened that it might burst if she continued to try to hold her piss in. So, closing her eyes tightly, she let herself go.
After all the tense holding Tina had done, it took a moment for the piss flow to get started. Tina closed her mouth as tightly as her eyes, shaking in disgust and anticipation of what was about to happen. She was just glad that the boys wouldn't see this. They might not even notice what had happened when they did come back, because there was already a pissy smell filling the apartment.
When her piss came, it came in a spurt, splattering past the big wooden pole buried in her cunt and gushing down on Tina's face. Tina cringed as the piss hit her. Her stomach roiled and she tried to hold her nose closed against the piss that streamed into it. She would have never believed she could hold this much piss inside her. It was a stream so strong that it felt like it was coming from a firehouse. It felt almost like a physical blow.
Tina opened her mouth. She didn't know why she did it, but her cunt was beginning to convulse again and the stream of piss was so strong and punishing that Tina wanted a taste. She was shocked at herself and she'd have never done it if anyone could have seen her, but the truth was that she was hungry for a taste of her own piss. She angled her face so that the brunt of the stream flowed straight into her mouth and she gulped down her own burning piss as she ground her battered cunt against the monster pole inside it.
By the time her fountain of piss had died away to weak little spurts Tina had climaxed four times. Her face and throat were burning from the stinging piss and her mouth felt numb. She licked her lips, savoring the salty taste, and flicked her hips against the coat rack. She felt like an animal. She'd cum hard just by pissing in her own face. She admitted to herself now that she was exactly the horny bitch the boys called her.
"Nice, Aunt Tina."
It was Rick's voice, and Tina's heart leapt into her throat. What had happened was terrible enough, but if her nephew had seen her then she'd damned herself to hell. Now she wouldn't even be able to pretend to the boys that she wasn't the slut they called her. Before she could have threatened them with the police if she ever got loose while they were gone. Now she knew she couldn't do that anymore. She was starting to think she might be their slave forever.
Slowly unsquinting her eyes, Tina twisted her head to look in the direction of the door. Rick was standing there, a sack in his hand and a huge smile on his face. Peter wasn't with him, but Tina could hear voices from out in the hall, like the buzz of a lot of voices. Tina wondered just what the boys were doing now.
"That was real nice, Aunt Tina." Rick clapped his hands slowly. "You piss in your face real nice. How'd you like that old coat rack?"
"Just stop," Tina pleaded in a small voice as her nephew walked over to her. "Can't you see what you're doing to me? I can't stand this, Rick. If you love me at all, like me at all, stop this."
"It's 'cause we like you that we're doing it, Aunt Tina," Rick explained. He yanked the coat rack out of his aunt's stretched cunt. He grinned at how the top foot of the wooden pole was soaked with Tina's juices.
Tina watched him with hollow, beaten eyes while he pulled the umbrella from her ass and began to untie her. She knew she couldn't fight Rick and his brother anymore. They'd fucked and beaten her into submission. She just wasn't strong enough to stand up to the constant torture they had subjected her to.
"You see, Peter and me can fuck a lot, but, shit, Aunt Tina, your cunt's ready twenty-four hours a day." Rick had a thin length of chain in his hand. It was attached to a studded leather collar. Tina didn't move at all as Rick strapped it tight around her throat. "I mean, we can stick stuff in you and tie you up and shit, but Aunt Tina, you're too hot a slut to leave just sitting around most of the day."
Rick picked his sack back up and began to lead Tina by her chain out of the filthy living room.
"Aunt Tina, you tire me and Peter out," Rick explained in a reasonable tone. He pulled Tina into the bathroom. "We have to go home to eat and say hi to the folks and sleep and you just lay around here tied up needing hard cock. And me and Peter have got a lot of friends who've never had pussy nearly as good as yours. And they've got friends, too."
"No!" Tina screamed. She stared up at her nephew with wild eyes. "Please, Rick, I'll do anything – fuck you forever, let you move in here. I've got money in the bank. Oh please. Rick, don't bring strangers in here. Please."
"Word's already out," Rick said with a shrug. "I like the idea of moving in here, though. And there's this Camaro for sale that I'd really love. We'll talk about it later. Right now I've got to get you cleaned off. You smell like shit."
"Oh, please… please…" Tina dropped her head back down in the crook of her arms again, her dirty hair falling down to curtain her face. Her world was ending. "I couldn't take it. I'll die. And my neighbors. They'll know something's happening."
"You've got your own entrance," Rick said as he pulled Tina into the shower. "And if you die it'll be the way you always wanted to. Aunt Tina, there's about twenty guys out there right now, and that's only about half of who we told. And they all told other guys. I couldn't stop it now if I wanted to, so stop whining and get used to the idea."
Tina cried constantly as Rick cleaned her off and dressed her, but she didn't try to fight him. She heard the front door open, and now the buzz of voices was louder, coming from inside her own apartment. She guessed that the boys were in her living room. She didn't want to think about what it would be like when she had to go out to meet them.
Rick dressed her in a black-and-crimson corset that left the upper half of her tits bare. Her nipples were just barely covered by the frilly lace at the top of the corset. Anyone who wanted to scoop a tit completely free wouldn't have any trouble. She had on a tiny pair of black panties, but she didn't fool herself into thinking she'd have those on long. And Rick made her put on black fishnet stockings and black six-inch heels. It was only the second time in a year that Tina had been in heels and the first time she could ever remember wearing stockings with a garter.