Author's Note: A story of how a planned revenge can go wrong. Published as part of the bundle 'The Cyber Trap'


His mother came into his room, wearing a dressing gown and holding her mobile against her left ear, saying 'Antoine? It's Aunt Nicole. She asks if you can help her out for a couple of days'. She's moved to that new position I've told you about. She needs help with the house. Putting things away, mowing the lawn. And she'll pay you for it'.

While she said it his mother looked pleadingly at him. Sge added: 'And dad and I will be away for a fortnight. You would be all alone' she said.

'How long does she want me and what does she pay?' he grunted.

His mother repeated the question into the telephone and listened. 'A couple of days, three at most. And she'll settle the pay with you'.

He frowned. His parents' being away was just the point. He would try to get the saucy new girl next door into his room; see if he could get between her legs. Then something suddenly went 'Click!' in his mind and he said: 'Okay, okay. When does she want me?'

'As soon as possible, could you go tomorrow?'

Next morning found him looking at the landscape that raced past the windows of the high-speed train. He leaned back and smiled. For the first time in years he had a chance of revenge... Aunt Nicole was not really an aunt but a distant relative of his father; a big-bosomed school mistress, who ran a school at the edge of town. He had stayed with her before, three years ago, just after his 18th birthday, and then it all had happened...

His parents had gone on one of their frequent trips abroad but as college was about to begin they had lodged him with Aunt Nicole. She lived in a large and well furnished apartment in one of the southern suburbs. Not surprsingly he got bored stiff after a few days. He knew no one in the quiet, sleepy suburb so he spent most of his time in the apartment. And with Aunt Nicole away most of the day, he had the place to himself. Nosing around the apartment he had soon discovered everything there was to discover (and that was not much). There only was this one intriguing locked cupboard in his aunt's bedroom. All other cupboard doors were unlocked, so why was this one closed? It looked like it had a simple, old fashioned lock that opened with a bearded key...

After a few days his curiosity got the better of him. Remembering a trick he had learned from one of his classmates, he formed a piece of hard plastic into a primitive key shape. After some experiments the lock opened. When he opened the door his mouth fell open at the sight of the contents!

The cupboard was jammed with neatly arranged, erotic clothes made out of black lace and leather. Wicked looking leather whips hung coiled next to spankers on hooks. The bottom shelf was crammed with very high heeled pumps in gleaming black and red patent leather, that were rubbing shoulders with knee length stiletto heeled boots.

He opened a drawer. It held a collection of dildos of astonishing sizes and shapes. Another drawer was full of leather cuffs, chains, bright red rubber ball gags, nipple clamps on chains and other torture instruments. And the final drawer held a large variety of nylon stockings with corsets and garter belts in various sizes and colours....

The top shelf in the cupboard was loaded with what looked like magazines and books. Hesitatingly he reached up and pulled out a rather thick volume. 'Bizarre - Collected Issues' it said on the blank cover. He opened it and nearly dropped the book from his hands. Incredibly erotic drawings leapt at him, girls in very tight clothes on very high heels, tied up and whipped. Or who were made to do all kind of degrading things.

Hurriedly he pushed the volume back and picked a magazine from one of the piles, 'Fetish and Bondage Life' was the title, and it was full of women photographed while tied up and tortured. Another magazine, 'Latex girls', showed a bound girl in a shining latex maids' dress with her legs spread wide open and her pussy raised in the air as if to receive him.

His head whirled! He had never seen anything like this before in his young life and he became extremely excited. His blood thumped in his ears and his jeans bulged with a painful erection.

His thoughts raced into fantasies he had never had before. How would it be to fuck a bound girl like that? Or have her suck you while she was helplessly tied? He became more and more excited and without conscious thought he pulled down his jeans His cock popped out, all hot and swollen.

Grabbing a nylon stocking from the drawer he wrapped it around his rock-hard cock and lay down on the bed. Holding the magazine with the latex maid in one hand he started to jerk off. His nylon covered hand rubbed up and down his cock, slowly at first but with each successive image in the magazine his jerking became more frantic until he finally came, shooting a large load of sperm into the nylon stocking.

'Antoine!!!!!'

He froze and looked up. His aunt stood in the doorway. He had been so absorbed in the pornographic magazine that he never had heard her come in. With a thumping heart he sat up and began to stammer an excuse. But his aunt took a few quick strides and grabbed him by his hair. Slapping his face she shouted: 'You dirty little pervert! Breaking into my cupboard! Wanking into my stockings!' She roughly shook his head and slapped his face again. The magazine fell from his hands and he dropped the stocking on the floor.

Furiously she shouted 'I will call your parents! Tell them I have kicked you out of my apartment because you can't be trusted!'

He pleaded: 'Please no! Please don't, Aunt Nicole!'

She slapped his face again and shouted: 'Yes, I'll call your father! Tell him what a dirty pervert he has for a son!'

His blood ran cold with the thought of how his parents would react and again he pleaded 'Please no! Please don't call him!'

She looked at him with contempt and spat out: 'How do I know I can trust you after this? How do I know you will behave? You're nothing but a dirty pervert!'

Tightening her grip on his hair she bowed her head forward until her face was very close to his and she hissed: 'I may not call him if, from now on, you will obey me completely and do exactly what I say!'

He whined 'I will do anything, Aunt Nicole! Anything you say!'

Rising she shoved him roughly towards the door while she told him curtly: 'Go to your room and undress completely. Come back when I call you!'

For what seemed an eternity he sat on the edge of his bed, naked and shivering and frightened out of his mind. Then he heard her voice bellowing: 'Antoine, come here!'

When he entered her bedroom he stood aghast. He hardly recognized his Aunt Nicole. She stood in the middle of the room, transformed into a black lace and leather clad dominatrix in stiletto heeled boots.

'Stand over here!' she commanded and pointed with a slender cane at the bed. He meekly obeyed and saw a collection of garments laid out. When he hesitated a moment his buttocks were stung by a fierce swipe of the cane.

'Put these on!' Aunt Nicole commanded.

Antoine stood helpless, not knowing where to begin and the next thing he knew was that his face was forced down into some pieces of lingerie.

'The bra first!' was his aunt's command. With trembling fingers he picked up a lacy black bra and tried to put it, not really knowing how to go about it. Another swipe across his buttocks made him yelp and aunt Nicole said: 'Stupid, you don't know anything!' and fastened the bra around his body. Next came a garter belt and stockings. 'If you make runs in them you'll smart for it!' Aunt Nicole threatened and he finally managed to put them on.

'Stand up!'

He stood up and she eyed him critically. 'Mmmm, seams not completely straight but let's forget that for now.' She went over to the cupboard and came back holding a shiny black dress with a little white apron attached to it. 'Put this on!' she commanded and Antoine meekly pulled the dress over his head. It came down to just below his crotch and for the first time he noticed his erection, which was pushing up the black material.

'Good! Now put these on!' said his aunt and she pointed at a pair of high heeled black patent leather pumps with ankle straps. He sat down and forced his feet into the shoes that really were at least one size too small for him. But somehow he managed to slip into them and his aunt closed each ankle strap with a little padlock

'Stand up!' Aunt Nicole commanded and he stood up, wobbling a little on the unfamiliar six inch heels. 'Stand over there!' she snapped and he gingerly walked over to the spot she indicated. It was a circular piece of linoleum-like material, in front of the ceiling to floor mirror. When he saw himself in a black maids uniform, in black stockings and high heels a strange kind of excitement ran through him and his erection grew harder.

'I told you, you're just a dirty little pervert!' Aunt Nicole hissed as she touched his protruding erection with the slender cane she held in her right hand. Then she stood behind him and locked a leather collar around his neck.

'Oh no, Aunt Nicole, please don't...'

'Keep your mouth shut, little pervert!' she snapped and hooked his collar to a chain that hung from a bolt eye in the ceiling. Then she took up a pair of wide leather handcuffs and cuffed his wrists together in front of him.

'Oh no Aunt Nicole, please...' he pleaded as he now stood fixed to the linoleum circle, trapped in his maids' uniform with his wrists cuffed. The only answer he got was the sting of the cane across his buttocks. She fastened a spreader bar between his ankles and stood back a few paces, looking him over.

Tears of humiliation ran down his face and he barely noticed that his aunt fastened a short piece of chain between the spreader bar and his wrist cuffs. She walked away and came back, holding in one hand the soiled stocking with his cum inside it. In her other hand she held the second stocking of the pair. He started protesting 'No...no...no!' but without saying anything she forced his mouth wide open and gagged him with the cum-soiled stocking, then quickly bound the other stocking around his head. In a reflex he tried to reach his mouth with his cuffed hands but the short chain snapped taut and the chain to his collar made it impossible to bend over. Helpless he stood there, writhing in his bonds, unable to reach his mouth while he was gargling and retching on his own cold cum. Then his aunt said:

'You will be punished for being a dirty little pervert! I found you jerking off over the pictures of a bound maid. Now I will punish you as a maid!' she said sternly.

'No, no...' he pleaded.

'Yes!' but first this!' she said and his eyes were stung by a photoflash. He saw his aunt holding a small digital camera, aiming to take a second picture. Frantically he tried to turn away but the flash was too rapid.

'Nice!' his aunt said with a smirk. 'You just presented that stiff cock of yours from under the skirt. I bet your father will have a screaming fit once he sees this!' She raised her arm and with a swift stroke the cane came down and hit him across his buttocks; again and again the cane came down until his bare buttocks glowed. Aunt Nicole stopped every now and then to let the pain spread. Then she spanked him again until tears of pain and humiliation streamed from his eyes.

Finally she stopped, panting and excited, and stood over him. Her hand slipped under the hem of the maids' dress feeling for his cock. Slowly she moved her fingers up and down his limp penis while she pushed her big breasts against his face. He gasped and tried to move away but aided by the chains she held him easily in his place and soon he had a rock hard erection. She freed one of his hands and hooked the other with its handcuff to the chain. Then she took a step back and said, looked sternly at him, raised the slender cane and commanded 'now for the second part of your punishment! Jerk off!! I want to see you come!'

When he shook 'No' with his head Aunt Nicole hit his buttocks hard. 'If you can do it over some photographs, you can do while looking at the real thing! Jerk off, dirty little pervert!' she shouted, hitting his buttocks again with the came. Then she sat down in an easy chair in front of him and spread her legs wide. Her dripping wet cunt gaped at him while she hissed: 'Look at this, little pervert! This is what you want, is n't it? A nice wet cunt'! And all the time she was rubbing and fingering herself.

He became more and more excited as he stood helplessly chained and forced to watch the masturbating woman in front of him. Slowly, his free hand closed over his swollen cock and he began to jerk himself off, fascinated by his Aunt who was shouting dirty words at him while rubbing her clit and slipping her fingers in and out her dripping snatch. Faster and faster he jerked until he spasmed furiously in his chains and a jet of shining white cum squirted out from between his hands.

The rest of his time with Aunt Nicole had been a strange mixture of utter humiliation and sexual adventure. First she had locked his hands behind his back and made him lick his cum from the floor. Then she had taken him to his room where she had left him all night and most of next day, tied to his bed by a chain to his collar and with a bucket next to the bed to pee in. When she came back in the afternoon she told him she had fixed with his college to start a week later, so that he could stay with her until his parents were back. In the meantime he would be her house-slave Antoinette. She had locked his clothes away and anyway, he was not to leave the apartment or even open the door to callers. He was to clean and vacuum the rooms and he was to serve her dinner and do '...other services...' It was all a punishment for his misbehaviour. And she ended with the threat of exposing the photos to his strict father.

Finally she brought out a shining object, a little curved steel tube. She shoved it over his cock and locked it. Then she said: 'this is you chastity belt, Antoinette. From now on I am the only one who can give you release'. He had squirmed that night, trying to get the beastly thing off but it was no use. And his erections were very painful in that cramped tube.

For the remaining week of his stay his Aunt had dressed him each day in a very short maids outfit. Each morning she had combed and arranged his rather long hair in a wavy girlish style and applied some makeup that took all his boyish looks away. The rest of the day he had tiptoed gingerly through the apartment on his high heels, hobbled by a short chain between his ankles and his wrist cuffs chained to his collar. He had looked after the apartment and tried to cook. Every night he had had to perform the '...other services...' Sometimes, while sitting on his knees, jerking himself off in front of his aunt who was watching him while sitting wide legged and rubbing her clit. Sometimes pumping a dildo gag up and down her wet hairy pussy, with his wrists chained to his ankles. And sometimes, after a really good performance with the dildo his Aunt would take the chastity device off and let him suck one of her ample breasts while she slowly, gently masturbated him to a sweet and desperately longed for orgasm...

At the end of the week she had released him with a kiss and a smile and the parting remark '...not to tell anyone their little secret...or she might have to show the photo's...' And for three years he had tried to forget the episode. But each time he met her she had smiled and winked as if to say '...I still have those photo's!' and he had felt mortified again. A desire for revenge had lain smouldering at the back of his brain all that time...

Now was the time! Now he was going to get his revenge!

The train was slowing down and he lifted his backpack from the luggage compartment. Anyone would have been surprised at the weight of a backpack with a change of clothes for just three days. He grinned. The change of clothes was just on top. The rest of the bag was crammed with all the stuff he needed for his revenge: two pairs of steel handcuffs, some lengths of chain, ropes, a gag, plenty of clothespins. It would be sufficient!

The bus dropped him off at the corner of a gently sloping cul-de-sac lined with trees. The house stood a little apart, surrounded by a walled garden. He opened the gate and took the few steps up to the front door. It opened before he could ring the bell and Aunt Nicole stood there, her arms opened wide!

'Ahhh, bonjour mon petit Antoine! But it is no longer petit Antoine! My, how you have grown!' And with a stream of exclamations like these she pulled him inside the house and slammed the door behind him. Her mouth came down on his and she kissed him full on his lips. 'I am so glad you want to help me!' she murmured in his ear as soon as he stopped kissing him. He stood dumbfounded. Of all the welcomes he had least expected this one! 'Come!' she said as she took him by the hand 'let's have a look at the house!'

It was a substantial place, with a sunny living room, several bedrooms and a large kitchen. He dumped his bag in one of the bedrooms; taking care not to let it make a sound. His Aunt chattered away all the time.

'I am so glad you have come to help me out! The movers just carried the stuff inside and put the furniture where I wanted it. Then they left!' She gestured around and said 'I hardly know where to begin!'

He saw her point. There were piles of boxes everywhere.

Two days later most of the boxes had been unpacked and their contents stored. He had done a man's job, connecting appliances, fixing lamps to the ceilings, putting up curtain rails and bookshelves. At the end of the day there were just some boxes left that had been taken into the basement. The basement was a garage in which a room had been partitioned off. The only light came in through the open garage door. He tried the switches but no lights came on.

'Do you think you could fix some lights here?' his Aunt asked.

He looked up. At several places he noticed sealed off brown, black and blue threads protruding from the ceiling, the fixtures had obviously been taken away by the departing owner. 'Yeah, I can rig something' he said and looked into the basement room. The gloom there was even deeper but he noticed some boxes stacked against the wall. 'We'll have to fix a light in here too, if you want to use this room' he said to his Aunt. 'Yes! In fact, I may want several lights here. I have an idea for its use...'

She brought the subject up again during dinner that night. 'Do you think you could fix a kind of central light on the ceiling and some bulls eyes on the walls?´He nodded yes. 'Good! You'll find them in one of the boxes. Could you also fix a couple of ringbolts to the ceiling and the wall?´Again he nodded his assent.

She looked dreamily at him. ´You remember the little game we played long ago?' His food stuck in his throat and he coughed while he felt a colour of embarrassment come to his face. Y...yes´ he stammered.' She smiled and said ´I sometimes...ahhh...entertain...certain people in that way. The basement room is going to be the playroom...´

The rest of the evening he felt it difficult to hide his feelings. He was ecstatic! Tomorrow would be the day of his revenge. Right here, in that basement ´playroom´ of hers! Next day she left early, having to arrange all kind of things concerning her new job and as soon as she had gone he did not waste a minute. He hurriedly fitted the lighting and the ringbolts. When it was done, after a couple of hours, he took his overnight bag down and unpacked the contents. It took him some time to prepare everything but finally, around three o´clock in the afternoon he had it all arranged. After a quick shower he seated himself with a beer in the garden and waited...

At half past four the quick staccato sound of stiletto heels in the tiled hall announced his Aunt's arrival and he rose to meet her. She gave him a quick kiss and asked ´How is everything?' He replied honestly 'It's all ready! I have fixed everything the way you asked'. She smiled and exclaimed 'Wonderful!´He hesitated for a moment before he took the plunge and said ´I'd liked to show you what I've done, if you don´t mind.´

'You sound like you're eager to show off' she said with a knowing smile. 'You must like the idea of a playroom...'. With that she dropped her bag and car keys on the table and said 'All right, show me'!

They descended the stairs into the basement. He noticed how she had to tuck up her narrow skirt while she walked gingerly down the stone steps on her high heels. 'Good' he thought, she can't move fast! That will help'!

They entered the basement garage and he opened the door to the playroom and she said 'It's still pitch dark. He replied 'That's on purpose. Let's go inside and I'll switch on the lights. You'll be surprised' he said while he furtively groped for the handcuffs he had hidden behind the door. Once they were inside he quickly closed the door and in total darkness grabbed her wrists, bent them behind her back and snapped the cuffs close on them.

'Antoine, what the fuck are you doing?' she shouted 'Stop this nonsense! If this is your idea of a funny surprise you've got another think coming'! 'No, Aunt Nicole, this is no joke!' he said and switched on the lights. The basement room was now a BDSM chamber. From a chain attached to a ringbolt in the ceiling dangled a wide leather collar. Before she could resist he had closed the collar around her neck.

'Antoine!' she fumed 'Stop this. Stop this now. Or you'll know the reason why! I warn you! Any moment my ....' The rest of her words were lost when he gagged her with a large rubber ball attached to a harness that went over and behind her head and under her chin. She stood sputtering and moaning while she tried to get away. But he simply tautened the chain to her collar until she could move nowhere.

On a little table next to the door he had placed the implements he wanted to use. When he took up a very sharp looking knife her eyes went wide with fright. Approaching her he said: 'No Aunt Nicole, I am not mad enough to use this on you. But you are wearing a bit too much clothing to my taste'! With a few rapid slashes he cut away her short black skirt and her blouse and threw the rags in a corner. Grinning he looked at her as she stood in a black lacy bra, garterbelt and seamed nylons, shuffling on het patent leather high heels.

He slowly lifted her ample breasts out of her bra and let them dangle free. Grinning at the sight he said to her: 'You know, Aunt, I have waited and prayed for this moment ever since you humiliated me in your apartment. I have dreamt of you as you are now, caught, chained, gagged and completely at my mercy, ready for my revenge!' His hand went down between her legs and she raised a knee, trying to hit him between his legs. But he just stepped aside and felt the contours of het pussy through the thin fabric of her lacy slip. Prodding his finger between her vagina lips he grinned while he said: 'And I do believe you are wet. Are you aroused, Auntie? Are you also a dirty little pervert who is aroused by bondage and helplessness? I do believe you are!' And with two quick snips the black lacy slip was cut through and fell between her legs on the floor.

Furiously she tried to escape his hands. The only thing she could do was turn away from him and he grinned again. 'You can't escape, Auntie!' he said as he picked up a spreader bar to which ankle cuffs were already attached. And despite her frantic dancing and prancing he managed to fasten the cuffs quickly around her ankles and hooked them to two ringbolts in the floor. She was now completely immobilized, only her upper body still had some freedom of movement.

Slowly he walked around her and pulled another chain down. He hooked it to the handcuffs and pulled it in slowly. Her arms were forced up behind her until they were almost horizontal. She now stood with her body bent slightly forward, her breasts dangling and her wide spread legs completely locked in place.

'Yes Auntie, this is how I wanted you all these years, helpless and wide open. We will now start with the first part of the punishment: the punishment for humiliating me as a maid!'

He walked over to the table and came back with two little objects. He held them under her nose and said: 'Do you recognize these, Auntie? As you don't have a cat yet, they may come in handy!' He took the first of the two mousetraps and armed it. Then he took one of her dangling breasts in his left hand while he looked her in her face. Her eyes were big with fright and she shook her head while she mumbled 'No...no...no!' around the ballgag.

'Yes!' he said and sprang the trap. The steel bar snapped down on her nipple and she yelled from pain while her head jerked backwards. He held up the second mousetrap and she desperately tried to move away but he easily prevented it and sprang the second trap on her other breast. She yelled again and tears of pain streamed down her face.

From the table he took nipple clamps with bright serrated claws and quickly closed them on her swollen nipples, adding a weight to the chain that hung between them. By this time she was screaming, but he did not care. When he heard her mumbling something like 'Please...no....please!' he said: Did you ever stop caning me when I begged you?' And with these words he fitted four weighted clamps to her pussy lips and stroked them roughly, making her cringe and squirm.

'Are you having fun, Auntie?' he said with a voice full of sarcasm. 'You entertain people this way you said. Indeed, these things are from your own stores, in those boxes in the garage! Do you like them?'

Without waiting for her reaction he went to the table and came back with a large card full of nasty looking clothes pegs. Methodically and almost leisurely he picked a piece of her skin between his fingers and snapped the clothes peg onto it. When he had used all pegs he stood back and looked at her. She was quite a sight, standing chained in her sexy garters, nylons and high heels, with clothes pegs sprouting from her back, her buttocks, her breasts as if she was some kind of hedgehog! She was moaning and saliva drooled from the ballgag. With each movement she made the weights on her nipple and pussy clamps swing backward and forward, painfully stretching these tender parts.

He took up a thin, flexible cane and held it in front of her while he said: 'And now for the second part of your punishment, Auntie, my revenge for hurting me so much!' She stood moaning helplessly, tears streaming down her face and shaking her head but he took no notice. He took careful aim and swiped the cane across the topmost clothes peg on her back. It flew off and she shrieked behind the ballgag. Methodically he worked down her body, swiping the clothes pegs away one by one. Some of them refused to let go at the first swipe and he had to hit again until the peg flew into the air, leaving a red mark behind. And all the time she screamed and cried and tried to move away, while the weights on her nipples and pussy jumped and pulled.

When all clothes pegs were gone he took a step back and gave her a mighty stroke across her bottom. She jumped and squirmed and screamed behind her gag. His cane came down again and again. He hit her across her bottom and her legs and her breasts and her pussy until she was a mass of red marks.

When he finally stopped she hung panting in her chains. He slowly and deliberately lowered his jeans and stepped out of his sneakers. Standing close to her face he took the ballgag out of her mouth and said: 'Here comes the last part of your punishment and the best part of my revenge!' With that he lowered his slip and his rock hard erection plopped in her face. Before she could move her head away he shoved his cock deep into her still gasping mouth and throat and he commanded 'Suck'!

She struggled and gargled and tried to get her head out of his grasp but he had a tight grip on her hair. She struggled desperately, the clamps on her nipples and pussy lips jumping wildly up and down. Gargling, choking sounds came from her throat while he moved his hips forward and backward, throat fucking her...

Two strong hands suddenly grabbed him from behind. Before he could react his arms were locked behind his back in a wrestlers grip and he was pulled away from his aunt. He struggled furiously but with his jeans around his ankles he was no match for his skilled assailant. Soon he himself was on the basement floor, his wrists, elbows and ankles tied together. His aunt's face lighted up and he heard her whisper 'Francine!'

Looking up he saw a tall, slender woman who might have been in her late thirties standing over him. When he started to swear and shout the strange woman just picked up the ballgag and silenced him in a few moments. In a kind of confused haze he saw how the strange woman released his aunt from the chains and cuffs. The two of them hugged for a while and then stood over him while he struggle and kicked. The tall strange woman bent over and hit him somewhere behind his ear and he went out like a light...

Half an hour later he found himself naked and spread-eagled on a bed upstairs, ankles and wrists tied to the four corners. He looked up and saw his aunt standing next to the bed, still naked. He could clearly see the cane marks on her breasts and belly and the angry red spots where the clothes pegs had been. He tried to say something but the ballgag was firmly in his mouth and strapped so tight under his chin that it was almost impossible to move his jaw.

Aunt Nicole sat down on the edge of the bed and said: 'I'm afraid your little scheme of revenge has gone wrong, Antoine! Francine is my younger sister. She's a career security officer. I just wanted to tell you she was due to arrive on a little vacation when you gagged me'. Looking pensively at him she said: 'I'm afraid she's very angry with you. And so am I'.

At that moment Francine came in, wearing a loose bathrobe. She looked at Antoine and asked: 'What are we going to do with that little shit? You told me he wanted revenge for something'.

Aunt Nicole smiled sweetly and said: 'Yes, he still seems to be upset about a little game I played with him some years ago'. Francine shrugged her shoulders and said: 'Let's give him a damn good spanking and kick him into the street without his clothes...' 'No, no' said Aunt Nicole. 'We're going to have some fun with him, you and I'!

Minutes later Antoine lay squirming on the bed, struggling in vain against his bonds, while Aunt Nicole fitted a large dildo gag in his mouth and put nasty, hard biting clamps on his nipples. To his horror the two women slowly and deliberately mounted him, Nicole sitting astride his legs and Francine astride his head, keeping it firmly locked between her muscular thighs. He moaned and struggled when Aunt Nicole slowly shoved a big vibrator up his ass. Then she rubbed her ringed fingers up and down his penis until it was hard and fully erect. Smiling she slowly lowered her dripping pussy over his rock hard cock and pushed right down to his belly. And Francine giggled while she slid her wet pussy slowly down the penis gag, pressing her cunt down until her bottom nearly smothered Antoine.

Then the two women started moving their cunts up and down, slowly at first but going faster and faster, until they were riding the struggling and moaning boy furiously, with Francine jerking at the chained nipple clamps and Nicole ramming the vibrator far up his ass...