"That was pretty hot and heavy, Aunt Elaine," Peter said as he and his two brothers dragged her back into the living room and stripped the chains off her arms and legs. "I hope she was serious about coming back around. I'd sure like to get a shot at that sexy blonde babe."
"And you really ought to love her, whore," Roger said. He dragged a huge wooden of the corner. When Elaine saw what it was, she shivered with fear. "She's got that sweet woman's touch, right, slut? She really made you cream."
"She stuck her whole arm up Aunt Elaine's witchy cunt and asshole," Steve added, picking a big paper bag up off the floor. He pulled something out of it, then handed the bag to his brother. "I almost shot off again just looking."
"No!" Elaine whispered, looking at the cruel wooden stocks they had pulled out for her. She was cumming just looking at it, just imagining how much it would hurt to be locked into it and have the boys take turns using her helpless body. "No! No! No!"
"Look, guys," Peter said as he pulled his unresisting aunt toward the stocks. "We're running kind of late here. Never expected the neighbor to put on such a fucking good show. Now me and Rog and Steve have got a special little good-night fuck for Aunt Tits here, but then we're going to have to close down shop. Shit, some of the guys are already in trouble for being out this late. So while we fuck her, you guys are going to have to get off however you can."
There was some grumbling, but none of the boys tried very hard to argue about it. They realized that Peter and his brothers had done them a favor by letting them in on this action in the first place, and all of them had gotten at least one shot at the gorgeous redhead's cunt or mouth or asshole.
"Bend over, Tits," Peter said, then kicked Elaine's feet out from under her before she could follow his order.
Elaine hit the floor hard, and before the room stopped spinning around her, Roger had grabbed her wrists and pulled her arms high above her head. She felt rough wooden half circles on her wrists, then heard the squeak of rusty hinges as Steve swung shut the wooden stocks. A moment later there was the scratchy click of a padlock, and Elaine knew she was once more bound and helpless.
She pulled, then winced as the pain of the tight, splintery wood cut into her wrists. Then Peter yanked at her feet until she was stretched out painfully on the floor, and Roger pushed another set of stocks into place beneath them. Elaine groaned with shame and fear at how helpless she would be bound hand and foot by the wooden restraints, but she didn't try to fight. Even when Peter wrenched her feet apart so that her body was twisted cruelly, Elaine only whimpered like a beaten dog. She knew Peter had bound her in such a way that both her cunt and ass would be easy to reach.
"Almost ready," Roger said.
He grabbed Elaine by the sides of her head and she wondered frantically what he was doing. Then he jerked her forward and she screamed in pain.
Tears filled her eyes as knives of anguish stabbed through her legs and sides. She didn't see the final stock, the one that hooked over the one that held her hands in place. She felt it, though, locking down over the back of her neck while her throat was crushed painfully into the harsh wood of the first set of stocks. When the lock clamped shut on this one and Roger let go of her head, Elaine slumped almost unconscious against her fetters. She was held inches above the floor, and somehow that seemed the most terrible thing of all.
"Look at this, Aunt Tits," Steve said proudly, walking around in front of her and twisting her head until she was staring directly into his crotch. "We made these special just for you. I bet you're going to just love them."
Elaine wanted to die. No, she thought, she didn't want to die. But surely, if the boys fucked her with the horrible things they were wearing on their cocks, she was going to.
"We each made our own," Steve said proudly, wagging his, and his cock, back and forth. "I think mine is the best, though I guess Roger's is probably the meanest."
Steve was wearing a thin rubber sheath over his cock. At the end of the sheath was a construction that looked like the blades on a helicopter or the decoration on top of a beanie. The blades were made of some sort of very hard-looking plastic, and the edges looked sharp enough to hurt badly.
Each blade was about three inches long and tapered out from no more than a quarter of an inch wide at the base to over an inch wide at the tip. There was a string connected to the rotary, a string that ran back along the rubber and looped around Steve's fingers. It was only when he pulled the string that Elaine understood the full horror of what was going to happen. The blades spun so fast.
"Yeah, Aunt Pisslicker," Peter said, stepping up beside his brother. "Everybody wears masks on their face at Halloween. We figured we'd be a little more original and wear some masks on our cocks."
Peter's rubber was even worse than his brother's. At first Elaine had thought it was nothing more than an ordinary rubber with a grinning devil's head at the tip. Hard plastic, sure, but nothing compared to the torture device his youngest brother had invented. Then she noticed the thin tubing that led back along his cock, and the rubber bladder he was holding in his hand.
When he squeezed the bladder, the horns sprouted from the devil's head and the tongue stuck out from its mouth and she knew she was finished. The horns were almost six inches long and shot in opposite directions from the devil's head. They would spread her cunt almost a foot wide, and the terrified beauty knew that her cunt couldn't stretch that far. The devil's tongue was even longer, shooting straight out from the end of the rubber. Its tip looked needle sharp. Elaine didn't think she was going to survive that terror.
"Here, Aunt Asslicker," Roger said, and with an evil laugh he fitted a pointed black witch's hat down over her head. "Since you don't have your witchy dress on anymore, maybe this will make you feel better."
Then he showed her what his rubber did, and Elaine passed out from the terror.
When she came to she was being fucked, and a half dozen boys were rubbing their cocks over her captive face and hands. As soon as the boys noticed that she was awake, they made her clamp her hands around cocks and take a cock into her mouth. Through the haze of pain that encompassed her squirming body, Elaine hardly noticed. Steve was fucking her, and it was even worse than she had imagined.
The blades of his device weren't spinning yet, but they didn't have to spin to tear her cunt to pieces. Steve was kneeling between her thighs, his strong young hands clamped around her full hips, and he was fucking her to death. The rotary blades on the tip of his cock dragged and scratched at her sore pussy flesh. His big young cock drove the blades deep inside her, and when he pulled back, Elaine was sure he was pulling her cunt out with it. She howled in agony the instant she opened her eyes. Then she realized that she'd made a terrible mistake.
"Rev her up, baby brother!" Roger shouted, dancing around like a savage with his own terrible device hugging his cock. "Take this titsy bitch out for a little spin!"
"Nooooooo!" Elaine shrieked, but by then it was far too late. Steve yanked on his string, and the blades began to spin.
Elaine thought she was screaming, but she couldn't be sure. She twisted helplessly, arched her shoulders and wiggled her legs in a futile, desperate effort to escape the awful pain. She shook her head up and down wildly, exciting the boy who she had been sucking so much that he flooded her mouth with cock cream. The gooey jism flowed out over her chin in a silvery wave.
It was like someone had turned on an electric fan inside her. The blades were whirling in a vicious, cutting circle, beating her tender pussyflesh into so much hamburger. She could feel the give of the plastic, knew that the blades weren't cutting her, but the pain was still too much for her. She kicked and thrashed insanely, and every time one of the blades hit her tiny clit, it was like her heart had been torn from her chest.
She was cumming!
The orgasm tore through her body like a maddened tiger, ripping and snarling and tearing her apart. It was the same feeling she had experienced with Diane earlier, only now it had been magnified a hundred times. She swung back and forth in the harsh restraints of the stocks, cutting her wrists and ankles and neck with her frenzied struggles. Her cunt cream gushed from her pulverized pussy, drenching her thighs and Steve's crotch. Her pussyjuice streamed down over his balls in a rushing waterfall of lust.
Steve groaned and fucked her harder, shattering her body with his savage lunges. He pulled the string again and again, making the rotary blades spin faster and faster.
Elaine's abused pussy grasped at the torturous device like a strong hand, puffing and twisting at the blades until they were bent beyond recognition. She heaved herself back on the cock with every ounce of strength her beaten, wearied body could muster.
She pumped expertly on the two cocks she was holding. She slid her hands over their heated, throbbing lengths until both boys spilled their loads. Her face was no more than three inches away from either of the spurting cocks. Their jism slapped her face on both sides, striped lines of gluey white down both her cheeks.
Another boy pushed his cock over her lips and she accepted his thick rod with a groan of hellish lust. She took him to the root with his first punishing lunge, squirming her lips over the hairy sac of his balls and constricting her throat tightly around the head of his wrist-thick prick.
"Oh gosh!" Steve whimpered, yanking on the string and fucking his gorgeous aunt with uncoordinated, jerky movements. "She's cumming! What a hot old whore! What a dirty slut! Shit, I'm cumming too!"
Elaine shrieked in ecstasy at the unexpected feel of cock cream dousing her battered pussy. She had thought the rubber would catch Steve's jism, but he must have torn a hole at the tip for his cum to shoot through. Her cunt spasmed powerfully around the bent, spinning blades of the torture device, milking every drop of wonderful jism from her nephew's spitting, jerking cock.
"Love it!" she screamed around her mouthful of boy cock. "Love it! Love it!"
Her cunt was smashed to rubble, her asshole was torn and swollen. She had just been fucked with a terrible instrument of torture, and there were still two more of them waiting. The boys had stripped her of every ounce of her dignity, forced her to commit every perverted act imaginable. And still she was cumming, still begging for more.
The boy she was sucking blasted his jism straight down her throat. She choked on the burning cock slime, coughed up a huge mouthful only to have the boy fuck it back down her throat. The two new boys she was beating off came too, plastering her pretty face with their viscous white fuck cream. Elaine felt as though she was caught in a blizzard.
Steve pulled the string again and again, finally pulled it so hard that it tore free from the rubber and slipped from his aunt's cunt. It didn't matter. One of the blades was already broken, and the other two were bent back almost flat from the powerful contractions of the redhead's lust-maddened cunt. The last of his cum dribbled inside her and he pulled his cock out. When he saw what was left of his invention, he whistled in awe.
"Look what she did!" he whispered, turning around to show his cock to his brothers. "Look what her pussy did to my cock mask!"
"Wild," Peter answered, his eyes glittering with uncontrollable lust. "Move aside, little brother, and let me see what she does with mine."
Elaine was still bucking and twisting in midair, suspended by the wooden stocks that trapped her wrists and ankles. She whimpered at the terrible threat in Peter's words, but that couldn't stop the wild passion that made her writhe and twist against her bonds. Another boy slipped his cock into her mouth and others clamped her delicate hands over their stiff, brutish cocks, and she sucked and rubbed and squirmed in a world of raw, painful sex.
She squealed when Peter clamped his strong hands on her hips and wedged his way between her slippery, satiny thighs, but she was no longer certain whether she was squirming to escape the torture fuck he was about to give her or entice him to drive his cock inside.
"Ready, set, go, whore!" Then he slammed his cock inside her.
Elaine groaned with pain and rapture as Peter's long thick cock, capped with the plastic devil's head, plowed into her swollen, throbbing pussy. She was fucked raw, fucked to the point that every bit of cock friction she felt caused burning pain to shoot through her body. Her clit was swollen to five times its normal size, her cunt felt like a raw, open wound. Still her pussy squirmed wetly against the brutal plunge of her nephew's cock.
She tensed, expecting the horns and tongue to spear agony through her pulverized pussy, but instead Peter just fucked her, thrusting his cock inside her with speed and strength. Her ankles pulled painfully against the stocks that held her in place as she slammed his cock inside her.
Her voluptuous, beaten body shook with every pounding blow. He slapped her upraised ass while he slammed his cock inside her. First one asscheek and then the other, he whipped the palms of his hands against her flawless, vulnerable flesh while he whipped his cock inside her tenderized cunt.
Elaine gasped at the pain and lust he was stirring inside her. Her cunt was wriggling with newborn ecstasy at the punishing fuck. Her clit was burning with a pain-filled excitement. She slurped eagerly at the cock in her mouth, pumped her soft hands enthusiastically over the knobby cocks she was beating off.
In rapid fire order all three of the boys pelted her with their jism. The sexy, sex-drenched redhead swallowed cum and showered with cum, and by the time the three boys had finished cumming, she was writhing through another terrible, wrecking climax of her own.
And then Peter squeezed the rubber bag and plunged her into hell. Agony shot through her cunt. Three sharp spears of pain pierced her beleaguered pussy. She felt her cunt stretched in ways that it had never been stretched before, in ways that no woman's cunt was ever meant to be stretched. She felt something rip inside her, and she twisted and thrashed like a captured snake, her body writhing through a sinuous display of sexual agony.
Elaine shivered as though she were dying. Her orgasm ripped through her, made her drive herself back on the cunt-ripping device that Peter was fucking inside her. Her pussy clamped tight around the awful devil's head, making the pain a hundred times, a thousand times worse. Peter held himself root-deep inside her while she twisted and wriggled through her agony and pleasure. And then he did something even more terrible. He started fucking her.
Elaine babbled insanely as the long, sharp needle fucked back and forth through her cunt. She rolled her hips from side to side. The spike that extended from the devil's mouth sliced into her tender pussy flesh like an icepick, making her swing and wriggle in a maddened, futile attempt at escape. Her poor cunt felt as though it was being torn asunder. Still her orgasm raged inside her.
Peter started teasing her with the devil's head, letting the spearing horns and tongue slip back into place, then squeezing the rubber bladder again to make them shoot back out. He changed the rhythm constantly, making each stab of the triple prongs an unexpected burst of anguish.
One second Elaine's wriggling pussy would be gripped tight against bulbous plastic and hot cock flesh. The next it would be squirming through the agony of a triple knifing of sharpened plastic. It didn't matter. Nothing could stop the lust that was rippling through her sexy body.