Aunt Monica - Chapter 3

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Chapter 3

When the twins came in and told Monica that they had found
Angela, she was at first irritated. She was in the middle of
working, and they knew not to disturb her if she was locked in
the office. When they asked her to come see a feeling of dread
had settled over her, as she wondered if something bad had
happened to the girl. An accident, or worse. But when Sandra and
Sasha began to lead her to the locked wing her dread began to
transform to anger, and she strode ahead of them quickly, almost
slamming the door to the room open and looking around, finding
her niece's limp form. It took her only a moment to take the
sight in, and then she rounded on the twins. The expression of
anger on her face wiped the excited grins off of theirs,
replacing them with matching expressions of fear.
"Did you do this to her!?" Monica roared at them, pointing at the
hanging girl.
"No, no no! She did it herself. Swear to god!" Sasha shouted,
suddenly realizing how bad things looked.
"She did it to herself, she did!" Sandra added desperately.
"All of it?" Monica demanded.
"We did...we did put the zither under her" Sandra admitted,
cowering back slightly.
"And turned it on," Sasha said, almost too quiet to hear.
Monica's expression for both of them was withering. They clutched
at each other, backed up against the rack, as she stepped forward
and reached out, gently lifting Angela's chin up. The poor girl
was still humping slightly at the zither between her legs, and
her body was coated in sweat, her black hair plastered to her
face. Looking at her there, suspended, helpless and desperate,
Monica felt a twinge of her own desire, as she stared deep into
the teenagers exhausted eyes. She turned back to her daughters.
"Why did you use the zither on her?" she demanded.
"She was horny!" Sasha whined. "We thought she would like it!"
"Yeah and she did!" Sandra retorted, "She came like, six fucking
times"
"You're telling me," Monica said slowly, "that she came in here,
gagged herself, got herself stuck in the frame, and you found her
just an hour ago?"
Both of them nodded desperately. Monica turned back to her,
thinking slowly. The girls wouldn't lie to her. Not really lie.
They might exaggerate, but they knew what would happen if they
lied. The first thing to do was to get the poor girl down from
there. She crouched down and undid the catch on the ratcheting
spreader that had kept the girls legs so far apart, with a
whimpering moan of gratitude Angela slumped, her legs coming
together, resting on top of the juice stained zither. With her
body limp Monica was able to unhook her wrist cuffs and catch her
collapsing body. She must have been hanging there for hours,
Monica realized as she undid the wrist cuffs, revealing the raw
looking chafed skin inside. She ran a finger along the tender
skin and was gratified at the pained whimper it elicited.
Angela practically collapsed, unable to hold her arms up, burning
cramps running up and down her limbs, unable to do more then
twitch her fingers, attempting uselessly to reach up and undo her
gag. Monica ignored her weak motions as she stood up and heaved
the girl up, over her shoulders, like a sack of potatoes. She was
deceptively strong for her size, toned muscle kept in peak form
by regular exercise, and she easily carried the limp hundred and
ten pound girl over her shoulder. "You girls stay here" she
called back as she left the room, and the twins nodded
nervously...but the sight of their cousin's bare ass send shivers
of excitement through them all the same.
Monica was thinking furiously as she carried the girl down the
hallway. She'd be lying to herself if she didn't admit she'd had
some thoughts about Angela, but she'd suppressed them, telling
herself that she wouldn't involve the girl unless there was a
clear sign of her desire. It had been a real hassle shifting all
of her fun with her daughters to the night-time exclusively, and
she hadn't gotten used to the sight of them running around
clothed at home, but maybe that was about to change. Because the
girl did sneak into one of her playrooms late at night to tie
herself up. And the humping hips didn't lie; she didn't just cum,
she was hungry for more.
Monica hauled her up to Angela's bedroom and then dumped her
unceremoniously onto the bed, staring down at her with a
thoughtful expression on her face. She bent over her and gently
stretched her limbs out. Angela had no energy to resist, had no
real energy to understand anything that was happening other then
that she was back in her soft bead staring up at the white
plaster ceiling. Monica splayed her out, giving her a more
thorough inspection. Aside from the chafing around her wrists and
a little less around her ankles she seemed entirely unharmed, and
her thighs were sticky with her drying juice.
Monica stood up, and another twitch of pleasure ran through her
at the way the girl's large tits flopped to either side. She was
exhausted now and not going anywhere, but on the off chance of
something going wrong Monica wanted to make sure everything was
under control She left her there limp on the bed, laid out flat
and limp, while she fetched some nylon rope from her own bedroom,
grabbing a small tube of lotion from the bathroom cabinet on her
way back. Returning with a loop of the rope in hand, she bent
down and began to run it around her frail limbs. She didn't want
to tie up her wrists and ankles again so soon after such a harsh
session, so she settled for binding her arms together at the
elbows and her legs together at the knees, running the ropes back
to the headboard and the footboard, securing her stretched out
and immobile. Sitting on the side of the bed she squirted a dab
of the lotion onto her fingers and then applied it gently to her
injured wrists, rubbing the cool cream into the inflamed skin.
She sat there for another five minutes, watching the girl sleep
in the complete depths of unconsciousness, utterly still except
for her heaving chest. Monica reached out to run her finger along
the base of the penis gag, smiling to herself, impressed that the
girl had managed to fit the entire thing in. Standing up, she
stretched out, lifting her hands above her head, twisting her
back, and then decided to go back and check on the twins.
As she walked back to the playroom Monica shed her own clothing,
first ripping off the blouse and tossing it to the floor, then
pulling her jeans off at the top of the stairs, discarding the
clothing on the floor behind her. She let out a moan of
satisfaction as she strode down the stairs nude, comfortable
again, free of those suffocating rags. Her own 32EE tits were
magnificent, enormous and still firm thanks to her training. Her
toned body was lightly tanned, her blond hair cut short around
her face, without a single hair on her body below the neck. Her
bare feet slapped softly at the carpet as she pushed the door
open again.
Inside, her two twin daughters were a tangle of arms and legs.
Their naked bodies writhed on the floor as they lapped at each
others cunt, their clothes in a pile next to them. They lay on
top of each other, heads between each others thighs. As she
stepped in the one on the top arched her back in orgasm,
whimpering moans escaping her lips, grinding her cunt down onto
her sister's face. Monica strode up silently, unnoticed by the
girls, until the sole of her foot slammed into the girl's ass,
sending her tumbling off of her sister onto the wooden floor.
They both yelped and struggled up to their ankles, squatting back
on their heels, spreading their thighs wide, clasping their hands
behind their backs so that their young tits were thrust out.
Between their legs were tiny glints of metal, a pair of small
rings in each of their outer cunt lips, and a stud embedded
through the flesh of their clit. Naked like this the two girls
were truly indistinguishable except for their clit studs: One of
them ran horizontally while the other was pierced vertically.
Monica smiled at their quick obedience, looking down at her two
perfect identical daughters, with cunts slick and minds
malleable.
"I believe you girls, I believe she got herself into that mess"
The expression of relief on their faces was dramatic, only to
vanish seconds later when she followed it up with "but"
"But...you should have told me immediately when you found her. I
am gravely disappointed that you didn't. Am I understood?"
"Yes Mother" the two of them intoned in harmony, their pitches
just slightly different as trained.
"Normally I would waste no time in punishing you, but because you
hurt Angela by waiting, I'm going to wait until she regains
consciousness, so she can observe your punishment"
Both girls nodded wordlessly. They knew they had fucked up,
Mother only had to say it for it to be true. Whatever punishment
they received would be only fitting.
"With that said," Monica said slowly, and here her face suddenly
broke into a smile
"Did she really cum six times?"
The face of the one on the left lit up and she nodded eagerly
"yeah it was fucking amazing! I think it was her first orgasm
too!"
The other nodded "I think it was too, I don't think she's done
much before. I think she's actually a virgin!"
"Well then" Monica said, as she ran her eyes over her two
daughters and imagined the third who would soon be joining them,
"I think your cousin is about to learn a lot in a very short
time. Why don't you girls run along and put the rest of your
jewelry back in, and then go wait in Angela's room until she
wakes up."
Both girls nodded eagerly, standing up with smooth, practiced
motion.  They grabbed their mother in a hug, each one nuzzling
their face against one of Monica's breasts, and then scampered
naked out of the room.

Angela's eyes began to flutter open, little more than slits,
trying to focus on the ceiling above her. She felt like she
should get up, but her body was utterly drained of energy, and
the bed was so wonderfully comfortable beneath her, she just
wanted to lie against the soft comforter for hours. She tried to
lick her lips, and realized with a start that something was
stuffed in her mouth. Her eyes flew wide and she began to cough,
trying to reach down to yank it out and discovering that her arms
were trapped above her head, and bound together.
Memories of the previous day crashed into her, of strapping
herself into the awful frame, of the panic and the desperation as
she tried to free herself and the hours of dull agony as she hung
there, convinced she was never going to be found. With a muffled
groan she recalled the twins finding her, and that awful...thing
they shoved between her legs. It was impossible to truly remember
the searing pleasure that had lanced through her young mind, and
she was left with only the dull ache and the feeling of something
lost. Her face began to burn as she realized that even now, bound
up like this, the memory was causing her to heat up again, her
feeling herself moisten down between her legs. She groaned dully
behind the gag, twisting her head to stare out the window,
wondering why she was bound up like this. It was nighttime, but
the moon hadn't passed over the house yet, and she couldn't quite
tell just how late.
Groaning again Angela tensed against the ropes, tugging at them,
trying to see if there was any chance of them coming loose, but
it was obvious that they were too well tied. She craned her head
up, trying to look at the binding around her knees and that was
when she caught sight of Sasha and Sandra out of the corner of
her eye. Her head snapped around, craning to look at them. The
two girls were...were completely naked, and they were both
kneeling on the floor beside her bed, their hands on their thighs
in identical positions. Their eyes were closed and they appeared
to be sleeping. Were they sleeping? Angela couldn't imagine
trying to sleep on her knees like that, but their breathing was
steady and their faces tilted down, their chins almost
against...against what looked like a thick, black leather collar
affixed around their necks. Angela stared at the collars,
noticing the wide rings embedded in the front and how snug the
fit seemed to be. They reminded her of the shackles from last
night, and another shiver went down her spine.
Angela began to run her eyes down their bodies again now that the
shock had worn off, and small details began to catch her
attention. The first thing she noticed was that each girl had a
nose ring, a small silvery looking loop running right through the
center of their nose. She'd never seen either of the girls
wearing such a ring before, and she hadn't even thought they were
the type to go for piercings. But as her eyes crept lower she
noticed with a start that they had more piercings! Similar, small
rings were studded through each of their nipples, gleaming on
their modest chests. Angela found herself recoiling, remembering
the pain of getting her ears pierced and trying to imagine
someone doing the same thing to her nipples. Why would anyone do
that to themselves? She twisted awkwardly, trying to look lower,
but she couldn't see enough over the edge of the bed to make out
anything else. Her heart pounding again she slumped back against
the bed. There was no way she was going to get out of these ropes
herself.
Taking a deep breath through her nostrils Angela began to groan
loudly around the gag, trying to wake either of them up. When
there was no reaction she began to bounce on the bed as well,
arching her back and slamming her ass down into it, causing it to
shake and the sheets to rustle, her muffled cries rising in
volume until finally one of the two twins began to wake  up, her
eyes fluttering. She lifted her ass up off of her heels, peering
over the edge of the bed, a smile crossing her face at the sight
of the flailing girl. Angela noticed the movement and began to
try and beg behind the gag, but only incomprehensible murmurs
made it out.
The girl reached over and shook her sister awake, and Angela
realized they were both wearing thick leather cuffs around their
wrists as well. The other twin woke up with a start, reaching up
to brush her long blond hair out of her eyes as she turned to her
sister. They whispered briefly for a moment, and then leaned in
and kissed each other on the lips, their heads twisting slightly
as their narrow faces pressed together. Angela watched the kiss
with wide eyes, every new revelation generating more confusion as
the newly awoken girl stood up slowly and stepped out of the
room. There was the hint of a glint of something between her legs
as well that Angela couldn't make out, and as she twisted her
neck to try and watch the girl leave the other one slipped up
alongside her on the bed, crawling up to her and lying down flat
on her stomach, the same happy smile on her face. One arm
stretched out and began to caress the bound girl along her
stomach, fingers tracing a path up and around her breasts before
spiraling in on her nipple. Angela's groans turned to whimpers at
the gentle touch, unable to keep herself from twitching as she
tried to beg for her cousin to remove the gag, or untie her, or
do anything, but she just lay there, with that sleepy smile,
folding her legs back above her back and kicking at the air idly.
Her ankles were also cuffed, and the five splotches of black were
the only color against her other pale skin.
Angela fought to control her breathing, forcing herself to stare
up at the ceiling. This was all...insane. And yet her fear didn't
feel real. The last twelve hours felt more surreal than anything
else, as everything she thought she knew was turned up-side down
and shaken out, about her cousins, about herself, about her body.
She kept trying to grope for the memory of that raw pleasure, but
it was too ephemeral, too unreal, and she knew whatever she
recalled didn't begin to touch the intensity.

The twin led her mother into the room, tugging lightly at her
sister's arm, pulling her off of the sheets as Monica stood at
the side of the bed, idly swatting back and forth at the air with
what looked like a long, thin wooden rod. Angela's gaze focused
in on her aunt's naked breasts and she felt herself blushing even
more furiously as she stared at the perfect, tanned flesh. Monica
snapped her fingers for attention, a smile on her face, and
Angela's eyes whipped up to meet hers. Her whimpers continued,
trying to gesture with her eyes to the ropes, asking to be
untied. The two girls were standing next to their mother, their
gazes lowered, both of them standing still in their Mother's
presence.
"Do you want that gag out of your mouth?" Monica asked, and
Angela nodded frantically. "We'll remove it in just a bit. But
first there's something you need to see."
"Your cousins misbehaved quite badly when they found you. They
should have come to find me right away. Instead they goofed  off,
and played around with you, leaving you hanging there. That was
wrong of them, don't you think?"
Angela nodded again, more in confusion this time, not entirely
sure where Monica was going with this. Monica sighed, rolling her
eyes imperceptibly, of course the girl didn't understand anything
of how things were done yet.
"For that I need to punish them, to ensure that they learn their
lesson. Do you understand?"
Angela continued to nod slowly, shifting her gaze back and forth
between her aunt and her silent cousins, hoping she didn't get
them in too much trouble. She liked her cousins, and even if they
had...teased her earlier she didn't want them to get grounded for
her sake.
Monica grabbed one of her daughters by the upper arm, shoving her
forward slightly. The girl scrambled back up onto the bed and
crawled over to Angela, turning around and positioning herself
over her bound form. The twin was on all fours, her ass in the
air near Angela's face, and Angela couldn't keep herself from
staring up at the pale skin. She noticed what looked like very
faint stripes running across the ass cheeks and shivered, a
sinking suspicion about where they came from.
"She will lick you until you cum," Monica said calmly, lifting
the cane up and tossing it to her other hand. Angela stared over
at her in confusion until suddenly her cousin's tongue began to
lap along her slit and she groaned, her head flopping back,
trying to hump her hips into the eager mouth. She didn't even
notice her aunt rearing the cane back until it landed across the
pale bouncing ass above her with a mighty thwack. The flesh
practically jumped under the blow, caving and then jiggling, and
the girl shrieked into Angela's thighs as her licking became more
desperate. Angela in turn screamed in surprise at the blow,
watching just inches away as the cane whipped back, revealing a
rapidly rising brutally red welt across the teenager's ass. Even
a she stared in shock her body twisted up against the exploring
tongue, and her breasts flopped slightly as she squirmed on the
bed. Seconds later another blow landed across the ass, slightly
lower this time, and another shriek erupted from the poor girl.
Angela began to realize that her aunt wasn't going to stop, and
she began to try and beg for mercy for her cousin. Her mouth felt
dry and her jaw ached as she tried to scream around the gag, but
three more blows landed in quick succession, each one drawing
another shriek and sketching another vicious red line across the
pale skin.
As the sixth blow landed Angela realized that a pressure was
building up inside her, the heat around her slit rising and
shifting. Her breathing began to turn ragged, air hissing through
her nose as her hips began to buck even faster, watching two more
strikes of the cane land with sickening cracks. Monica could tell
the girl was about to cum, and she reared back for one
particularly powerful blow. With the same even smile she brought
the cane around, putting her strength behind the swing, and it
cracked like a thunderclap across her daughters ass. The twin's
scream of agonizing pain into Angela's thighs sent the girl over
into her own orgasm, her loud groans rising to match her cousin's
softening whimpers, as Angela thrashed in her ropes, staring
straight up at the ceiling. Angela leaned in to inspect her
handiwork, and smiled in satisfaction at how the last blow had
split the skin, a trickle of blood running down from the broken
flesh, her daughter's ass beautifully striped. With a harsh slap
to the ass, which earned another shaking whimper, she forced the
girl to get down and she slid unsteadily to the floor, turning
around to face the wall so that her ass was on display.
Her sister had watched the punishment with a curious expression,
something that wasn't quite fear and quite a bit more desire. She
shakily crawled up onto the bed and assumed the same position.
Angela didn't even notice the switch until she noticed the ass
above her head was now clean and unmarked, and she realized they
were going to repeat the same process over again. Another one of
those...orgasms? So quickly? But she couldn't lie to herself, she
wanted nothing more in the world right now to feel that tongue
again, and she bucked her body up to meet her cousin's face
before her tongue even slipped between her lips.
It took twelve blows this time before the shaking teen was
brought to another orgasm, not that Angela was keeping count. The
last two were particularly brutal again, earning genuine screams
from her cousin as the skin split open, bloody welts rising among
the rest. As Angela slid down from her orgasm she found herself
noticing, almost in a detached way, how slick the other girl's
slit looked as well. Her head tilted in curiosity, not quite
understanding at first, and then jerking as she noticed the two
rings in each of her cunt lips, and the stud running through the
nub at the top of her gash. She began to shake at the sight, but
this time not just out of fear. Something was waking deep inside
her, a desire she'd never even known existed, as her hips
twitched, a puddle forming on the sheet under her ass.
The punishment delivered, Monica set the cane aside and then slid
up onto the bed alongside her niece. She recognized the
expression on the girl's face. It would be safe to ungag her now.
"Go get a glass of water" she barked, and one of the girls ran
off, as she reached around underneath Angela's head and unbuckled
the gag. She pulled the straps around and then gently pried it
out from between her lips, pulling it out in a smooth stroke. She
marveled again that the girl had gotten such a large cock gag
into her mouth without any training, as she set it beside her on
the bed.
As it slid out Angela began to cough, softly at first, than
increasingly violently. She tried to close her jaw, but it ached
unbearably and trying to squeeze it shut sent pins and needles of
pain through her bones. Her tongue was parched, her mouth feeling
dry and dusty, and she tried to cough out a request for water.
Monica just watched her gasp for breath, until the coughing
stopped. She heard the patter of bare feet re-entering the room,
and held out one hand behind her. The glass of water was handed
to her, and with her other hand she tilted her nieces head up,
lifting the glass to her lips and gently pouring a trickle into
her mouth. Angela gulped eagerly at the water, trying to drink it
down as quickly as possible, until she coughed again and her aunt
pulled the glass back, handing it back to one of the twins.
"W-what...why...?" she tried to ask hoarsely, but her aunt put
her fingers to Angela's lips, making a soft hushing sound. "Don't
try to talk yet, just get your voice back" Monica said.
"Did that feel good?" she asked, turning her head slightly to
meet the girl's eyes straight on. Angela stared straight up into
the cold blue irises and nodded weakly, unable to even think
about lying. It felt amazing. It felt blissful.
"You've never felt that way before, have you?" Another nod,
slightly more energetic.
"And you want to feel like that again." Angela nodded again, the
most emphatic yet.
"I see," Monica said, sitting back slightly. Her tone took a
slightly sharper bent as she asked "...why did you sneak into
that room? Why did you lock yourself onto that frame?"
Angela's first words were hoarse, but her voice began to quickly
return as she stammered "I just...I'm sorry. I found it, the door
was open and I looked inside and..." She blushed. "I couldn't
stop thinking about it. Every night I just kept going back inside
and looking at it. I kept thinking of...myself...up there, spread
wide like that and I couldn't...I had to do it myself. I'm sorry
I'm really sorry!"
"And how did it feel once you were in it?" Monica followed with.
"It felt...fuck it felt good," Angela answered with a whimper,
remembering just how electric it was at first to be trapped in
the frame, unable to move or escape or even scream, before
realizing just how stuck she was. "I...why does it feel like
that? I thought...I thought that sort of stuff was supposed to be
awful."
Monica's smile widened as she ran one finger along her niece's
cheek, tracing a path along her chin. "It is for most people. But
you are a very special girl Angela. You seem to be a natural born
masochist." Her other hand crept down between the girls thighs,
and she began to pet at her cunt gently, feeling the teenager
respond to her touch, "which means that sort of thing makes you
feel like this"
Angela groaned at the sudden petting, feeling her heart speed up
again. "My girls over there are masochists as well," her aunt
said softly. "Do you want to join us? You could feel like this
all the time." She pinched the girl's clit lightly as she
finished the last sentence and Angela's body bucked up, a groan
erupting from her throat. She nodded desperately. God, oh god
yes, she wanted to feel like this all the time.
"Good," Monica said, as she pulled her hand back, leaving Angela
grinding against the air, cleaning her fingers off b