"You hate us so much we're going to make it so you don't have to see us, Aunt Tina," Peter said. Tina didn't know what he was talking about until he looped the cool leather over her eyes and drew it tight at the back of her head. When she opened her mouth to plead with them to take it off, another strand of leather slid between her teeth, pinning her tongue at the bottom of her mouth and silencing her protest.
Then she felt more leather closing around her tiny, waspish waist. A moment later pain tore through her body as the boys tightened it cruelly, narrowing her waist to inhuman proportions. At that moment, Tina went through her second orgasm of the night. Pussy-drool poured out over the vibrators lodged in her cunt, but none escaped the tight waist and leg bands of her leather panties. Caught inside they simmered in the heat, adding to the sweat that was pouring off her. And the vibrators buzzed on.
"Well, Aunt Tina, we'll see you later," Peter called. It was only then that Tina realized that they were by the front door. "Bye."
Tina heard the boys leave and she went into a panic. She tried desperately to move herself off the kitchen table, but she couldn't even turn over. She couldn't even buck her hips as the next explosive cum rumbled through her, drenching her ass and thighs with more of her creamy cuntjuice. There was a regular swamp in her panties now. She wondered how much worse it was going to get.
The boys could leave her here forever, she realized with a growing dread. Tied up, blindfolded, with her elbows pinned together and a cinch around her waist that made it impossible for her to breathe. She was lying in a stinking mix of food and piss and cum, and now the odors of her own leather clad body were starting to grow. She could stay here until she died if the boys didn't come back for her.
They were her only hope, her only salvation. Noiselessly, motionless, Tina suffered through another wet climax.
CHAPTER FOUR
Tina lost count of the number of times she came during the night. Finally, hours after the boys had left, the batteries in the vibrator in her cunt ran dry. Tina came three more times on the vibrator buzzing in her ass before it, too, ran out of steam. But even after that her pussy and ass-chute contracted around the long white objects plunged inside them. Her body ached horribly, and occasionally a vicious cramp would rip its way through her arms or legs. The cinch of leather around her waist got more and more uncomfortable as the night wore on, seeming to cut right into the tender flesh of her stomach. And the heat of the leather garments they'd dressed her up in made her sweat profusely. Tina knew that she'd dehydrate quickly, left like this.
She wondered how long she'd been left alone. It seemed an eternity but she really wasn't certain. The constant sexual pleasure she'd felt through the night had disoriented her sense of time. She prayed for the boys to return.
Tina felt her cunt clench around the hard shape of the vibrator, her clit rubbing against the plastic. A new wave of fuck-juice filled her cunt. She was going to cum again. The boys were turning her into a stinking animal.
Her ass squeezed hard on the vibrator shoved up it as her pussy crushed around the one buried in it. More fuck-juice boiled from her pussy as she came again. Every inch of Tina inside the leather panties was soaked with her fuck-cream. The panties were bulged away from her skin a little with the volume of fuck-juices that was trapped within them.
Tina felt the world going fuzzy as her orgasm began to subside. She'd passed out a couple of times already during the night. She'd do anything they wanted if they'd just come back for her. She felt her cunt spasm again at that thought and at the picture of the things the boys would make her do, and then she began to slip away from consciousness altogether.
"Good morning, Aunt Cunt." It was Rick's voice, but at first Tina thought it was her imagination. She'd just been dreaming of his cock plunging into her cunt while Peter shoved his thick cock up her ass. "Ready to rise and shine?"
"Don't have much time to spend with you today, Aunt Cock-sucker," Peter said. Now Tina thought that it might really be them, and excitement began to build inside her. If it was them then they would free her. "Our folks want to do some kind of family shit, so you're going to have to get us off quick now."
Tina felt the blindfold being removed and she blinked her eyes open. Her two nephews stood over her, and she had never seen a more glorious sight than them in her life. A moment later the gag was out too and Rick was working on the bindings that held her legs.
"What a fucking stench," Peter said with a giggle. "You ever smelled anything this bad?"
"Just bitch in heat, right Aunt Tina?" Rick feed Tina's legs, then rolled her off the table. With her arms still bound behind her Tina could do nothing to break her fall. Pain shot through her hip when she hit the hard floor. "He should grateful to have a slave bitch in heat, shouldn't he?"
Tina wanted to shout at them, curse at them, but all she could feel was grateful. Whatever else the boys had done they had also released her from terrible bondage. She would do anything they wanted to keep them from tying her up like that again.
Tina looked down over her body, seeing the black leather waistband they had put on her. Tina was a thin woman and her waist had always been a lot smaller than most women's her size, but with the leather cinch on it looked like her waist could be no more than seventeen or eighteen inches around. And Tina found to her horror that she could no longer be completely revolted because a part of her thought the belt looked incredibly sexy.
"Aren't you going to say hello, Aunt Tina?" Rick asked. He nudged the satiny flesh of her bruised hip with his boot.
Not sure why she did it, but desperate to please the sadistic boy, Tina struggled to her knees and put her open mouth against the crotch of his dirty jeans. The two boys laughed at her but Tina closed her mouth over the denim covered lump of his cock and began to wash the dirty cloth with her tongue. Her face burned red with shame but her cunt began to burn with lust.
"Not yet, smelly!" Rick said. He backed away quickly from his aunt, and, unbalanced, she fell flat on her face. "First I want you licking my feet a little. You'll do that for me, won't you Aunt Tina?"
Tina thought she was going to be sick, but her tongue immediately flickered out of her mouth and began to lap at the filthy canvas material of her nephew's shoes. As Rick and Peter both laughed, Tina cleaned the dirt and crud from Rick's shoes. By the time he stepped back from her, both his shoes shined with her spit.
"Now mine, Aunt Tina," Peter said, stepping in beside his brother. He was wearing brown leather boots, and Tina could see the streaks of mud and dirt on them. Her stomach turned but she struggled over until her face was on top of his right foot and began to lick.
Tina licked away every bit of crud from Peter's boots. She tasted dirt and something baser that she didn't want to think about, but she cleaned them both, even licking the filthy soles clean. Then Peter lifted her up to his crotch by the hair of her head.
"Come on, you stinking cunt," he said, rubbing her pretty face into his denim-covered groin. "Suck my cock through my pants, just like you did Rick's!"
Tina's tongue was hurting badly from all the work it had taken to clean off the boys' shoes, but now it flickered forth again as she began to suck and lick at Peter's cock through the thick material of his jeans. Immediately his big cock sprang into full erection, and Tina closed her lips around the huge bulge in his pants and sucked on it as hard as she could. Peter groaned and began to shove his hips into her face, rubbing her face into his spit-soaked crotch.
"My turn!" Rick said, pulling his aunt's face over to his crotch by her pretty blonde hair. "Unzip my pants for me, Aunt Tina!"