Nathan Silvers

Aunt in bondage

CHAPTER ONE

Corinne Nelson tried not to break into tears as she fixed her make-up. She couldn't really accept that she had to go and plead with her nephew for money. But losing her job had left her with no choice. Julius was her only relative in the city, so it had to be him. That was the horror.

The irony was that Julius was only a couple of years younger than she was, the oldest son of her brother, who himself was nineteen years older than her. It had been a family joke when she and Julius played together as children, but that was a long time ago.

She eased her best stockings on. She had to try and make a good impression on him. She hadn't seen him in three years, when he first arrived in Chicago. Since then he'd become very successful, lived in one of the big condo blocks downtown and drove a BMW. They had never gotten along well as adults. Corinne thought Julius was a fast-lane type, running around with a lot of women he shouldn't have been seen with. Corinne lived quietly in her apartment in one of the less fashionable neighborhoods. She'd had one evening out with Julius and one of his women, but had left in a fury. The little whore made a lot of jokes about the size of Julius' cock. It was disgusting, and Corinne had said so.

And now she had to go and humble herself. She put on her best matching bra-and-panty set, and the little lacy white-and-blue slip that flattered her lovely figure so well. Sometimes Corinne thought she ought to wear very unflattering clothes, because she was always getting propositioned. By men in her office, by the buyers she had had to deal with, even by men who tried to pick her up on the EL. It made her shudder sometimes just to think about it. Men were such beasts; they didn't understand that a woman might want to save herself for marriage.

She tried to put that out of her mind as she rang the bell of Julius' condo. There was a pause and a woman's voice came over the speaker.

"Yes?" the voice said.

Corinne trembled with new fear. Another of Julius' whores probably.

"It's Corinne Nelson," she said. "Is Julius there?"

"Who?"

"Corinne Nelson."

"Wait a moment."

There was a horrible pause. Then the door buzzed and she pushed it open and went up.

"Well, Aunt Corinne," Julius said, leaning on the door, regarding her with a funny smile as she came down the corridor. "What brings you to the sinful city?"

"I-I wanted to talk to you," Corinne said. He took her in and waved her into a large padded chair. "Can I get you a drink?"

"No, no thank you," Corinne said and put her purse on the floor.

"Tell me, Aunt Corinne," he said, flopping onto the sofa, "how come a gorgeous bit of stuff like you never gets laid?"

He grinned and Corinne blushed to the roots of her lovely blonde hair.

"I came to ask your help, Julius," she said. "I'm in an awful fix. I lost my job, and I'm broke, and I have to pay a lot of bills this month. And I wondered if you could give me enough to make through until I get another job, and I'll pay you back right away, and I'm sorry but…"

"Hold on," he said, waving his arm at her. "How much do you need?"

Corinne gulped. "Well, about three thousand."

"Three thousand?"

She nodded, feeling worse than ever.

He questioned her further, getting all the humiliating details out.

"Hmmmm," he said, "wait a moment."

He got up and Corinne thought that success had added to his tail dark and, she had to admit it, handsome looks. He walked with an air of authority as he went into the kitchen, and she heard him talking in low tones to the woman who had answered the bell. At one point she giggled and made Corinne fed even worse.

He came back in and sat down again, grinning at her.

"Okay," he said, "but there is a condition. You can have the money as a gift. If, and only if, you agree to spend the weekend here. We're having a small party and we go and sleep and go and don't take any notice of the time. Do that, and the money's yours."

Corinne shuddered. That meant she would have to spend two and a half days in the company of people she despised. With their disgusting jokes and innuendos. She'd probably have to fend off some of them, particularly if they got drunk. It was awful even to think about.

"I sleep in a room alone," she said.

"If you want," he chuckled, and the girl in the kitchen gave another giggle.

"All right, then," Corinne said. "It was a good idea that I came in my best clothes."

"Sure," he said.

And, behind the wall, Corinne heard the girl go into suppressed laughter.

"Oh," Julius said, "this is Susie – my girlfriend." A pretty, but disgustingly sluttish girl of about twenty came out of the kitchen, her blonde hair flicking around her face. She wasn't the one Corinne had met before, but that was typical. She was dressed in a little black outfit that only just covered her large, swelling tits and stopped just at the top of her black stockings. Her five-inch heels accentuated the hot curves of her legs as she swayed up and grinned at Corinne.

"SO this is the aunt who can't take jokes about cock," she said. "Hi! I'm Susie."

"Yes," said Corinne, wondering if she was going to be able to get through the weekend with this soft of thing going on. "Julius told me."

She studied the girl, the sensual curves of her lips, the dark eye shadow, the curling ringlets falling over her shoulders. No wonder Julius liked her. She was just his type.

An hour later, Corinne was feeling even worse. She had met the people she would have to spend the weekend with. They were all from the condos around Julius.

There was Martin. He was of medium build, with fair hair and a dark business suit. He took his jacket off the moment he came in and tossed it over the sofa as if he were in his own house. That put Corinne off at once.

Then came Saul and his wife Melissa.

Saul was short, with massive broad shoulders. He was balding and that somehow made him look menacing.

His wife was a dark, sensual beauty. Her creamy skin set off her black hair perfectly as it flowed over her shoulders. When she shook hands with Corinne, she held it for a moment and stared at her.

"This is a surprise," Melissa said.

"Yeah," said Julius, "Mary cancelled, so Corinne filled in at the last moment."

Corinne gasped and looked at him, not understanding what he meant. He grinned, and she decided it was just another of his nasty jokes.

Then came Donald. He was tall, slim with a small mustache. He gave Corinne a long appraising look as they were introduced, an amused smile on his face.

Corinne tried to keep out of the conversation as much as possible. She thought she saw Susie giggling to Melissa and the two of them giving her a fast look. She ignored it and allowed Donald to chat to her for a while, even though site spent most of the time staring out of the window over the city skyline.

Suddenly the whole mood changed. Julius stood up and raised his drink.

"Are we ready?" he yelled.

"You bet!" Martin said. "Get the party rolling!"

"A toast to my Aunt Corinne," Julius said.

They all drank to her, while Corinne shivered and took a sip of her wine cooler.

"Now," Julius said, "since Corinne is our new member, she gets to show us what she has first. Agreed?"

"Yeahhhh!" the men cheered.

Corinne went scarlet. "What do you mean?"

"Why do you think we all spend the weekend together?" Julius grinned, enjoying Corinne's growling horror. "To discuss business? We're, here to fuck, Aunt Corinne, and you're gonna join us."

"Yesbhhh." Donald said, "can't let a fox like that go."

Corinne went cold and then hot. She saw the money flying away, but there was no way she was going to allow herself to be involved in casual sex.

"I'm sorry, Julius," she said, "but you have the wrong girl. Forget the money – I'm leaving."

"No," he said softly. "You're going to strip for us and fuck everybody here, tonight?"

"Riiiight!" the rest of the men agreed. "Sorry, Julius," said Corinne, "but I'm not going to be a part of your disgusting sex life."

She picked up her purse, put her glass down and started for the door. Donald and Saul blocked her way.

"Please," Corinne said and tried to push past, but they didn't move. "Julius, tell them to let me…"

"I really think you should see what happens to little shits who disobey around here," Julius said.

"Let me go!" Corinne tried to push past Saul. "Sit down. We'll even show you," said Julius, "and then you can see if you want to disobey or not."

Corinne gasped with fright and anger as Saul picked her up, his massive body hardly straining, and sat her forcibly into an upright chair.

"I'll scream," she warned.

"Go ahead," Julius said. "All condos around here belong to us, have a good time."

Corinne started screaming when her arms were pulled behind the chair and handcuffs clicked over her wrists.

"No, stop that!" she yelled as a rope through the cuffs secured her wrists to the lower back of the chair. She was almost helpless. She tried to get to her feet, but Donald grabbed her lovely blonde hair and slid a thick black leather collar around her neck. "What do you think you're doing? Stop or I'll call the police!"

She struggled frantically as Donald attached a large chain to the collar and held her hard to the chair. She broke into sobs, her skirt riding up over her knees, showing more of her legs than was decent.

"Fuck, look at those legs!" Saul gasped and his hand reached down and slid her skirt farther, revealing more of Corinne's curvaceous thighs.

"Patience, Saul," Julius said; "We've got all weekend. Let my aunt show you herself."

Saul grinned. "Sure, Julius."

"Julius, let me go! I'll scream the place down!" Corinne wailed, struggling helplessly against the bonds.

"Now don't be boring," Julius said. "If you scream again, we'll gag you until we're ready for you."

"You wouldn't do that, let me… aaahhh!" Corinne screeched as a set of rubber gag balls were thrust into her mouth. She gagged and heaved, but the rubber strap that held the balls in her mouth was already winding around her head. She stared up at her nephew, who was grinning down at her.

He came up and Corinne saw that there was a horrible bulge in the front of his pants. He slid his hand over the neckline of Corinne's good white blouse, his fingers playing with the buttons.

"You're a real streak of good luck," he said, pulling open the top button of Corinne's blouse. "Susie and Melissa may be the horniest bitches in Illinois, but I was thinking of calling some hookers to back them up. Then you turn up. Isn't that wonderful?"

His fingers opened another button and he could see the lacy top of Corinne's bra. She screamed helplessly into the gag.

"Fuck," he said, "with a face and figure like yours, you should be getting it every night. And you hide away like a fucking nun! Qh, well." He left the sides of Corinne's blouse open and walked away.

Corinne broke into tears at the shame of her bra showing between the open sides of her blouse. But, Donald kept a tight hold on the chain around her neck, and she was utterly helpless.

Julius stood in the middle of the room and chuckles ran through the group.

"Now," he said, "we will show my aunt what happens to little bitches who disobey around here. I must point out to my aunt that Susie refusing to take her clothes off merely shows what a superb actress she is."

There was another chuckle at that and Susie swayed out onto the floor, sliding ha short black dress up her thighs, showing her stocking tops and the delicious curves of her legs. Her sensual, pouting mouth kissed out at the men as she posed, sliding one hand over her dress lop, easing the button at the top open.

"Now, Susie," Julius said, "take that dress off for us."

"Can't," said Susie, pouting harder and leaning forward, allowing the loose dress to fall away from her tits, showing the delicious curves and the little quarter-cup bra that thrust them up even farther than normal.

"If you refuse, you know what happens," Julius threatened.

"Fuck off!" Susie said, and slid close to Saul, working her leg up his thigh, her hand clutching the front of his pants and the enormous cock.

Julius walked over to a closet and flung it open. Corinne nearly passed out. Inside were racks of whips, chains, ropes, black leather clothing of the most disgusting type, and other torture instruments. Julius selected a thin wooden cane and came beck to the center of the room with it.