Forced Inc: Niece's Funeral Horror

Aunt Stephanie slammed the door closed and bent down taking the base of the vibrator out of her husband's hand. She pushed him away and pointed to his bulging trousers.

"Shut it you little slut and get sucking your uncle's cock!"

Auntie knelt down her hand gripping the bottom of the purple toy. She twisted the ring on the base and the thing came alive.

Zzzzrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

"Ohhhhh uhhhh fuckkkkkkkkk!"

Candice bit her lip her ass wobbling as Aunt Stephanie twisted the vibrator inside her. The plastic cock was going berserk making her rubbery walls hiss with sensation.

"Oooooooooooooooo!"

"Not deep enough yet you bitch." Aunt Stephanie snapped, taking off one of her heels." Looks like your ass is too tight for it"

"Uhh what? No uggggg I, uggggggggggg!" Candice realised the evil woman had a solution.

As Uncle Bernie pinned her shoulders his wife began to tap on the base of the vibrator with the heel of her shoe, slowly coaxing the thing deeper into Candice's tight hole. Auntie wasnt forcefull, more like commited, the gentle taps slowly but inexorably pushing the device into her.

Tap!

Tap!

Tap!

"Uggggggg!" Candice neck stretched as she tried to escape but it was useless, her auntie was plugging the buzzing, drilling cock all the way up her.

Tap!

Tap!

Tap!

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" The fat base was all that was left exposed and still she gentley tapped away.

"Uggggggggggg no, no, nooooo!" It was almost completely inside before the panting auntie stopped. Just a mere half inch of base was left for extraction latter.

"Ohh jessssss it's too uggggggggggggg!" Candice was groaning and bitching but that just excited them more, the vibrating thing was making her eyes cross.

"Oh God it's driving me crazy!"

Uncle Bertie had his cock out by now and he knelt in front of the doggie positioned girl. His wife gripped the red heads brilliant mane pulling her head up snarling in her ear. "Lets take your mind off it shall we?" And the man's cock sprang up around her nose, auntie giving the orders.

"Start sucking or I'm going to hammer this thing so deep it won't come out!"

Candice felt her pat the impaled vibrator base menacingly.

Candice had tried to resist but knew it was useless. His cock was pressing against her painted lips. If she sucked him they'd take the awful vibrator out, probably?

She opened her beautiful mouth her uncle gripping the back of her head pushing in.

"Mmmmhhhhhhhhh."

She was struggling not to choke his sweaty cock tasting disgusting, her own musky juices still present on the bell end.

"Mmmmmmmmmf!"

"That's it baby lick me clean. You're so good to your old uncle." He teased and her stomach turned. She was servicing her fat old uncle while her auntie patted her dildo filled ass in appreciation, like she was some domestic animal.

"Good girl I knew you'd understand." Stephanie said caressing her hips and tight waist. "You're our little slave from now on. Remember what I said earlier at the limo? You'll get over it eventually." Her Auntie was enjoying this.

"Your bitch mother was always having the upper hand with her looks and her perfect tits." Auntie slapped Candice's ass in resentment, "just like her perfect daughter. Well we'll see about that, won't we?"

Candice was moaning as she pumped back and forth on her uncle's cock feeling her lips push his foreskin back tasting the unwashed head. She was unable to answer back with the meaty mouthful she was swallowing. The anal burrowing frenzy and the battering on her tonsils were taking all her concentration. Her Auntie continued her rant.

"Your mother thought she could have my husband! Well I've had the last word on that. Why do you think we haven't talked for years? It was because my fucking husband couldn't keep his hard on away whenever she was near."

Bertie closed his eyes in embarrassment as well as from teen sucking sensation.

Auntie shook her head as his naivety. "Damn fool, she'd have never let him in a million years, but it didn't stop her flaunting herself; always having to compete with her big sister." Stephanie's eyes narrowed. "And usually winning; well not this time."

Candice managed to spit out the bloated cock end, tears welling in her eyes, her emotions in turmoil. Was all this over sibling rivalry?

"My parents are dead now, how could you do this!" She screamed, ruffled hair looking like she had fallen through a bush.

Stephanie laughed. "Very easily my dear; but don't worry we'll visit them very soon."

Uncle Bertie gripped the young woman's cheeks squeezing them together making her look up into his eyes.

"That's right Candice give it few nights and take you back there so I can fuck you over the grave." He explained in delight.

Candice shook her head, appalled, wanting to puke with the thought. "No, no, no how could you think... you filthy bastards."

Stephanie chuckled with satisfaction at finally having the last word over her sister.

"That's right, her cute little daughter getting furiously banged over her rotting bones! Hee! Hee! By the man she used to cock tease; how poetic!"

By now Bernie's cock had become a magnificent stiff sausage. He gripped the base pointing it direct to the roof; Candice's spittle trailing from the tip back to her quivering lips.

Brrrrrrrrrrrrr! The vibrator was still deep and on full power and Candice felt her spine quivering with the invaders energetic dance.

"Please it's too much uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" She realised it was starting to crawl deeper into her. If they didn't get it out she'd swallow it up her hole very soon.

"Ugggggggggggg aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

She screamed as Auntie gripped the base and roughly tugged the monster from her.

Then they both gripped Candice's bound hands and hauled her up into a standing position her legs still locked apart.

"Over the chair." Aunt ordered and they man handled her into position. The sexy teen was bent over the back of the chair ready for mounting up her ass.

Aunt Steff picked up a ball gag from the box and pushed it into her mouth.

"Bite on this sweetie," she advised tying the band around the girl's head, her uncle angling into position.

"MmmmmmmmmmmFFFFFFF!"

Bertie thrust into her ass hard and upwards almost making her feet lift from the floor. Aunt Stephanie pushed her niece down even more her face on the seat her eyes blinking with the buggering sensation. Her eyes grew wider still as the silver haired aunt told her of all the adventures would have.

They had so much planned for her.

Fisting, tit torture, inflating stuff inside her pussy and ass. The list seemed endless and as her aunt reeled off the indignities Candice stared straight ahead grunting with each gut turning rut of her uncle as he tried in vain to split her in two with his cock.

Slop!

Slop!

Slop!

The young woman could never have imagined the indignity. The old mans cock like a dagger stabbing up her butt hole. Her inner walls felt his foreskin been tugged back and forth his dirty wet eye hole any second about to release.

"Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uhhhhhhhh yessssssssssssssss!"

She felt the sickening wetness deep inside her; the torrent of spray as her uncle came like it was an Olympic event.

"Yesssssssssssssssss!"

As he slipped from her his cock trailed his seed her ass completely deflowered.

He wanted to do more to her but his body said no. He was exhausted.

"Where do you think you're going?" Aunt Stephanie said rummaging through the cardboard box. Bertie stopped his retreat and nodded in acceptance, games would be over when his wife said they were. Aunt Stephanie had now put back on her heel and in her black funeral dress she indeed suited her dominatrix manner.

"Hold her in that position," She ordered Candice still slumped over the back of the chair. "We still have a good hour or so before my soirée."

And with that aunt Stephanie produced a black paddle slapping her palm with a strong blow

Candice's world was in chaos and she only hoped that somehow she might shortly passed out and awake back in college dorms her bedside clock showing the date of seven days previous.

*

Everything was as normal the next Sunday; Aunt Stephanie sat on the veranda with her friends from the committee. Each lady had a cup of tea and a cake, whiling away the afternoon putting the world to rights.

"Bertie, Bertie, come and say hello to Mrs Higgins," cried Stephanie as her husband returned from his outing.

Bernie gave his wife's friend a reluctant nod as he entered the house holding a box under his arm.

"More stuff for the cellar?" Auntie said with a wry smile. Bertie smiled back holding up a transformer and car jack leads. "You can never buy enough stuff for the cellar," he replied.

"Well you go back to your little hobby." She said blowing him a kiss.

She then waved him off. "Don't forget to close the cellar door we don't want to hear you banging away all afternoon." Bertie nodded and quickly headed downstairs.

Aunt Steff rolled her eyes in mock frustration commiserating with all the other wives.

"Oh boys and their toys," She laughed, "we all know what they're like;" and her gaggle of friends nodded and smiled sympathetically.