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18-year-old Dustin continues to show his aunt who's the boss.
“You are such a whore,” Dustin laughed as his aunt Bridgette scampered back into the bedroom on her hands and knees. “I’m going to have so much fun owning your slutty ass.”

The older woman’s pussy tingled. She knew it was wrong to let this kid who was half her age treat her this way, but that just made it hotter. She licked her lips and gave him her sultriest gaze, practically inviting him to rape her.

“I told you, Dustin, I’ll do anything you want me to. All you have to do is ask, baby.”

Her nephew spit in her face.

“I won’t be asking for shit,” he snapped. “You’re my fucktoy slave and you’ll do as your told.”

“I’m not your slave, Dustin,” Bridgette said, eyes flaring as she reached up to wipe away the spit. “I’m a slut and I love cock and being treated like a whore, but I am not a slave. I decide who I fuck, not you.”

The boy was on her in a second, grabbing her hand and twisting it behind her back in a brutal hammerlock. His other hand sank into her hair snapping her head back, so that she was forced to look up into his face. Slowly, deliberately, he spit into her face again, this time aiming for her eyes.

“When I want your opinion, I’ll tell you what it is, you worthless, piece of shit whore,” he hissed. “Do you understand me?”

Bridgette tried to shake her head, but the 18-year-old wouldn’t let her move, Instead, he pulled her hair harder, dragging her head back another fraction of an inch and increasing the pressure on her arm.She felt like her shoulder was going to pull apart. Then he spit into her face again.

“I have the video of you masturbating with that giant vibrator,” he said. “I have video of you sucking my cock, fucking me, kissing my feet. I’ve got video of you naked in front of your kids telling them what a whore you are. All I have to do is turn this over to social services and you fucking history. No more kids. They’ll either be wards of the state or turned over to your ex. You were begging for cock online and I’ve got you on video begging for mine. What’s your defense going to be when social services shows up? That you’re a fucking whore who can’t control herself?”

Bridgette tried to understand her nephew’s words through the agony in her shoulder. Her children weren’t minors. The state couldn’t take them away from her, could they? Could the state make them live with their dad? Would he want them, too? Just to hurt her? Another shock of pain went through her again as Dustin twisted her arm more brutally.

“Why are you doing this?” she cried. “I told you I’ll do anything you want.”

Dustin let go of her arm, dragging Bridgette to her feet by her hair and throwing the naked woman on the bed. She tried to scramble away as he tugged off his leather belt and advanced upon her.

“Dustin, please,” she begged.

The belt lashed out, curling around her ankle and sending a lance of fire through her body. A flurry of fast, vicious blows followed, striping her calves and legs as she howled in pain.
“No, please, I’ll do what you want,” she cried out. “I’m your slave, Dustin. I’m your slave.”

As she finished, she heard a knock on the door and her youngest son asked if she was alright. Dustin glared at her, the threat implicit in his eyes as he raised the belt.

“Mommy’s fine,” she called out, her eyes pleading with Dustin. “Mommy just likes having her ass whipped with a belt and Dustin was helping me. Dustin is very good at whipping your slut mommy’s ass, baby. But I like it. Everything’s okay.”

With a mumbled response, her son returned to the living room and she heard the video games resume. She cowered before Dustin, wondering why he wanted to hurt her.

“I’ll be your slave, Dustin,” she said.

She was rewarded with another lash of the belt, this time across her tits.

“What?” she cried out. “I said I’m yours.”

The boy leaped on her, rolling the sobbing woman onto her belly as he wrapped the belt around her throat. Pulling back hard, he made his aunt bow her back as he hissed into her ear.

“I own you,” he said. “It’s not up to you whether or not you’re my slave or whether or not you fuck me. I own you.”

Bridgette’s hands clawed at the belt but there was no give. She began to see spots in front of her eyes as her breathing was stopped. Desperately, she tried to agree with Dustin. Finally, he released the belt, just a enough to let her suck in air, coughing and wheezing, she caught her breath and said, “You win, baby. I’m your slave. You own me.”

He tightened the belt again, cutting off her air and bending her back. His fingers probed her buttocks until he found the pucker of her ass and he worked two fingers inside her as he tugged back hard on the belt.

“Say you’re my worthless, piece of shit whore and nothing you think matters because you’re just three holes and a pair of tits designed to make me cum.”

As he loosened the belt, Bridgette repeated the words, burning with shame at her own fear and weakness, but even more ashamed that it was turning her own. She’d always had a weakness for dominance and humiliation and Dustin seemed to just naturally push all her kink buttons.
She screamed as his dry cock entered her ass, the sweat they’d worked up as he beat her the only lube she was allowed. The belt tightened again and he began to fuck her ass savagely from behind as he choked her with the belt. Pain, humiliation, helplessness and lack of oxygen overwhelmed the older woman and she began to buck in a series of multiple orgasms as she milked his cock with her ass.

When he finally came, Dustin let Bridgette breathe as he threw her to the floor. She lay there, curled into a ball in a sobbing, heaving mess as her nephew towered over her. As miserable as she wanted to be, she had to admit to herself it was the most powerful orgasm she’d ever had.

“Thank you, Sir,” she whispered. “Thank you for allowing me to be your worthless piece of shit slave. I understand now, Sir. I’ll obey you whether I want to or not because what you want is the only thing that matters. Your cock is worth more than my whole life.”

Dustin just laughed, kicking her in the ribs playfully as he muttered, “That’ll do, pig. That’ll do.”
3 comments

Anonymous readerReport 

2016-02-21 00:42:36
Thatguy's opinion is just one opinion. I wish you'd went with mommy-is-a-slut's idea all the way.

Oh well.

NickLatigoReport 

2016-02-11 22:34:37
I'll adjust the story based on feedback. This chapter developed out of a conversation with mommy-is-a-slut.tumblr.com who wanted Dustin to be meaner and more degrading. Since Bridgette is based on her, I tend to go with her suggestions. He mellows a little in the next chapter. The goal is to make him cruel enough that she struggles even though she doesn't want to struggle.

Anonymous readerReport 

2016-02-10 13:07:14
This chapter totally ruined a good story.

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