CHAPTER 4
About 8 next morning they were wakened by muffled noises and rattling sounds
from their aunt's bedroom.
"Sounds like the bitch is awake, fancy taking a look?" Alan smiled as he looked
across at his brother.
"Well its going to be a busy day, what say we have breakfast first?"
The lads padded downstairs and started cooking bacon and eggs.
Upstairs Maureen was writhing on the bed. She was desperately trying anything to
get that infernal device out of her body but her cuffed hands and manacled feet
restricted her to only the smallest of movements. In spite of herself she had
already climaxed more times than she had done in her whole life. The bed was
soaked with cum from her cunt. "When I get free I'll kill them" she thought. At
the same time she had never been as worried as she was now.
Just before 9 the bedroom door swung open and the two lads stood in the doorway.
Desperately she tried to communicate as the lads walked to either side of the
bed.
"Aunt Maureen, what are you doing in bed at this time you should have been up
hours ago." Alan smiled at her as her gagged face turned towards him. John took
hold of the sheets and pulled them off the bed.
"Now that's not very hygienic is it. Going to sleep in your underwear. And
what's going on here?" John looked at her wet panty crutch and the huge damp
patch on the bed. "Aunt Maureen you've wet the bed you dirty little girl."
"I think she should go to the bathroom Alan lets get her ready". John went to
get the belt and the collar while Alan got the scissors from the dressing table
drawer.
Maureen looked bemused as the too lads fed the belt underneath her back at the
waist and buckled it tightly just below her belly button. The belt had two steel
cuffs attached to it one on each side. Next they fitted the collar round her
neck. It was a dog's collar.
"Now we better get you out of these wet things hadn't we?" said Alan as he moved
towards her bra with the scissors. She tried to scream but the ball gag worked
well and a garbled low noise came out instead. Slowly he cut through each of the
shoulder straps and finally through the thin strip of material at the front
between those huge tits. Taking hold of one of the cotton cups John tugged hard
and pulled the bra from under her back.
"Nice tits" they said together as their hands explored them and her erect
nipples.
Alan then cut through his side of the wet panties and then passed them over to
John who did the same. Maureen was stupefied she couldn't believe this was
happening. What were they going to do to her? Alan unplugged the lead to the
vibrator and as John removed the panties it slipped out of her cunt and lay
glistening on the bed.
Maureen seemed to relax slightly as though a great torment had suddenly ceased.
Realising that she would struggle they fitted the lead to the collar and tied it
to the headboard. Then taking each hand in turn they undid the handcuffs and
forced it into the cuff on the belt. She did try to resist but against the two
lads she stood no chance. Next the feet. They connected her ankles together with
a short chain before releasing them from the poles at the end of the bed. When
John got off her she started bucking and thrashing like a demented horse. They
let her. With her neck firmly attached to the bed head she wasn't going
anywhere.
After a few minutes thrashing she quietened down only to start up again as they
approached her.
"Get the leash John and drag her into the bog"
John undid the leash and pulled her off the bed. She soon realised if she didn't
follow she would choke. The lads were laughing uncontrollably.
"Look at those fucking jugs", they said together staring at the melon like
mounds wobbling as she hobbled along as John pulled her towards the bathroom.
Once in there they man handled her to the toilet and sat her down securing the
leash to a small hook fixed into the windowsill behind. She sat there looking at
them. Her eyes were filling with tears. She felt so humiliated. How could these
two brats that she had taken and nurtured treat her so badly?
When Alan took out his knife and held it close to her face her eyes widened with
panic.
"Now you fucking pervert you are going to piss and shit. If you don't..." He
moved the point of the knife toward her right nipple. "I am going to cut this
off"! He gave it a flick with the dull back of the blade. Maureen stiffened and
a muffled sound came out of her tightly gagged mouth.
"You have 10 seconds to start. 10 9 8......"
He hadn't reached 7 before her piss gushed into the bowl. By the time he reached
4 her flushed expression showed she was straining her bowels hard. The first
telltale plop hit the pan just as he counted 2.
"Good bitch" they said together. "That wasn't that hard now was it", John added.
Alan untied the leash and together they pulled her to her feet. The second hook
they had fitted in the bathroom was in the ceiling. Alan climbed on the toilet
and tied the leash to it. He jumped down and again held the point of his knife
to her nipple.
"Now bitch we want you to spread your legs as far as you can because we're going
to wipe your arse and then shave that fucking hairy twat of yours. DO IT BITCH."
He shouted inches from her face.
She spread her legs as wide as they could and John wiped the small amount of
shit of her arse. Alan in the meantime started rubbing shaving foam all round
her hairy mound and between her legs. In a few minutes her cunt was as bald as
the day she was born with her long slit and cunt lips on full view.
"Right now we need to get you dressed," said John. Alan climbed up and untied
the leash and they dragged her into her bedroom. Thank God she thought at least
I wouldn't feel so ashamed and vulnerable. She also realised they would have to
undo her handcuffs to get her dressed. She could try to escape. As she stood
waiting by the bed John lifted each foot and put on a black shoe with three-inch
heels. These weren't her shoes she thought as she struggled to balance.
"There we are you're dressed. That was easy wasn't it"?
Surely they couldn't mean that they were going to have her walk around naked in
heels all the time?
Her question was soon answered. "From now on" said Alan looking straight into
her eyes, "that's all you wear".
