Tina's head bobbed back and forth in a blur as the boys pulled her down on their cocks. There was no sucking going on now, no use of tongue or lips. They were fucking her throat like a cunt, and they were putting both their huge cocks down it at the same time. Tina was close to passing out from the pain and lack of air.
But she knew, deep down, that this was just what she'd wanted. That was why she'd taken them both down her throat at the same time in the first place. For the pain. For the humiliation. Spit dripped from the corners of her mouth. Her jaws felt as though they might have been sprung. Tina groaned in the throes of another orgasm.
"Bitch," Rick growled. "Cocksucking, asslicking, piss-drinking bitch."
"Fuck you, Aunt Tina!" Peter screamed. "I'm cumming."
Both boys began spurting at almost the same instant. They kept fucking her throat as hard as they could, their movements jerky and erratic now that they were gushing their cum. Jism blasted deep down Tina's throat, making her choke and cough. Jism erupted in her mouth on backstrokes and flowed over her lips in thick, sticky trails. And Tina's fist began to pound her cunt again, harder than ever.
"Cunt!" Rick screamed. He pounded the side of Tina's head with his fist, almost knocking her out. "Fucking bitch."
Tina choked, coughing cum out her mouth and up through her nose. Both the boys seemed to be shooting gallons. Frothing, foamy spunk was everywhere, splattering inside her from Rick and Peter's cocks and shooting back out of her from her mouth and nose. In seconds she was a mess, covered in sperm and spit.
"You sweet bitch," Rick moaned as his orgasm began to ebb. He reached down and pinched one rubbery nipple so hard that Tina shuddered with pain. "You're such a fucking sleazy slave. Aunt Tina, you're perfect for us now. A perfect little dog bitch slave."
Tina gulped their cum, nursing their softening cocks in her mouth. She licked and sucked their cocks clean, swallowing every trace of their jism. She loved their cum more than anything else. On her or in her, it didn't matter.
"Here's a little something special, Aunt Tina," Rick said. "Then we have to let the guys back in, they're probably getting impatient." Rick and Peter began to piss in Tina's mouth.
The piss gushed down her throat in rivers, filling her stomach. Tina tried to swallow it all, drink down all their precious piss, but she couldn't and it gushed out her mouth and all over her. The boys didn't mind. They knew she'd lick them clean when they were done.
Tina's mind was whirling. After all this there were other boys, twenty or thirty or even more of them, waiting outside. Waiting for her to take care of them. Waiting to do terrible things to her. She pounded her fist harder and swallowed a gulp of piss, cumming at the thought.
She wondered how long she could take it before they did fuck her out, before she just couldn't take anymore. And how many years would Rick and Peter keep her here?
The brothers stopped pissing. Tina looked at the puddle on the floor and the streaks of piss on their legs and feet. She blushed with shame at not catching it all in her mouth. And she bent to lick them clean. She came again when her tongue touched Rick's piss-drenched toes.
There seemed to be no door in the room anymore, though, in her permanently fogged mind, she knew there must be one. The boys had to get in somehow.
Years? Yes, she could see that, could imagine her nephews keeping her as a slave for years. That would not be so bad, she realized. Not now. Not anymore.
They would take care of her.
They would give her what she needed.
Exactly what she needed.