Aunt Rani

By Nial Van Haydam

(A young man is seduced by his beautiful but evil Indian aunt who enslaves and emasculates him, after swindling him out of his inheritance)

Chapter One:  My beautiful aunt

I am an Indian man living in England from birth. My family are Indian immigrants, though I myself have been born and brought up in London. I guess if anything I am English.

Since the day I was born I had led a very comfortable life as my father was a successful businessman. I went to all the best schools and had the privileged upbringing that children of my age group envied. I couldn’t fault my early life and my childhood had always been happy. My mother was a housewife and I am their only child.

The only other family member is my father’s brother Hari of whom I am particularly close to. My father might have been well off but Uncle Hari was extremely rich. He loved me dearly and dotes on me. I suppose I was probably a lot closer to Uncle Hari than my own father.

Uncle Hari was the perfect uncle that anybody could wish for. He was very loving and very funny, the kind of person one would want as a best friend.

If Uncle Hari had a shortcoming then it is probably his inability to settle down. My parents are often nagging him to get married and although Uncle Hari had many girlfriends over the years he was unable (or reluctant) to commit himself. This used to concern my parents greatly as they wanted him to find a wife and settle down.

Chapter Two:  Uncle Hari’s new wife

However one day after coming back from a business trip to India, Uncle Hari suddenly announced that he was getting married.

At first my parents were overjoyed with the news. It was only when they met the bride that they became less enthusiastic with the idea.

The girl that captured Uncle Hari’s heart is a beautiful Indian woman called Rani. My parents were against the union for two reasons. Firstly there was the age gap. Uncle Hari was 55 and his bride was 27. Secondly it became apparent that Rani is a gold digger. She is very extravagant in her tastes and loved nothing better than to spend Uncle Hari’s money.

When I first saw Auntie Rani I must admit I had a crush on her. She was very beautiful. She was very tall (six foot, two inches) with long jet black raven coloured hair. As well as being beautiful, she had an excellent figure with beautiful long legs, large breasts and large buttocks with wide hips (which gave off a tantalising wiggle when she walked).

Curiously, although I found her very sexy, I was also quite frightened of her as she very intimating.

When she first used to come round our house (when she was engaged to Uncle Hari) she used to wear very revealing clothes. She would wear crop tops and very short skirts which displayed her beautiful long slender legs.

Just before the wedding and after marriage she tends to wear saris but she still looked beautiful.

Whenever she was around me in the company of Uncle Hari or my parents she would always smile at me and be affectionate. However I always suspected that Auntie Rani’s smiles and tokens of affection were all false. I was proved correct. It was only when we were alone together (after my parents and Uncle Hari were out the house) that her behaviour towards me was different. She suddenly switches to becoming very bossy and rude and generally tended to neglect me as she watched TV or talked to her girlfriends on the phone.

Over the years the relationship between my parents and Uncle Hari and his wife deteriorated. My parents began to resent her as time went by to the point where they didn’t like her at all.

At this point, although we were used to seeing Uncle Hari come round our house from time to time, we were beginning to see less and less of Auntie Rani to the point where she stopped coming round to our place altogether.

It didn’t bother my parents because as far as they were concerned, the less they see of her, the better. However it bothered me a lot. Despite her haughty and bitchy nature towards me, I must admit I was madly in love with her as I was so addicted to her beauty.

Chapter Three:  Death of the parents

By the time I was fifteen I had not seen Auntie Rani for five years. It was at this time that my life changed dramatically. I had just passed an entry examination to join a very posh and expensive private college. It was the hope of my parents and Uncle Hari that I will one day attend the prestigious universities of either Oxford or Cambridge. It seems that I had a bright future. However tragedy struck.

One day Uncle Hari decided to drive to Manchester for a business trip. At the last minute my parents decided to go with him to see some friends who were based there. They left me with a white couple called the Jones’s before departing with my uncle. It was the last I ever saw of them. A few hours later, the car crashed killing all on board. The police suspected foul play, as they discovered that the brakes have been tampered with, but they never arrested anyone.

After the accident it was perhaps natural for one to assume that since Auntie Rani was my only living relative that I will live with her. However almost everybody knew that she wouldn’t make an effort to seek custody of me, knowing full well that she was a haughty and uncaring woman who only married my uncle for his money. They were not wrong. She didn’t even bother to make contact with me, let alone say a few words of comfort as she couldn’t care less about me.

It was also a widely accepted fact that she would inherit my uncle’s wealth. Since Uncle Hari was worth about 40 million, Auntie Rani was about to become an extremely wealthy widow. I myself was also going to inherit my father’s wealth and assets (which was around 4 million). The Jones family (who were good friends with my parents) agreed to adopt me.

They were in the process of taking the legal steps to do this, when the contents of my uncle and father’s will were finally disclosed. It proved to be a surprise to all concern. My father left me his entire estate as predicted. But my uncle only left Auntie Rani £4 million, although she still had the mansion that she shared with Uncle Hari and his collection of sports cars. Since she was a fashion freak, she also inherited a small retail shop that specialised in women’s clothing. He left the rest of his estate to me! I was suddenly worth £40 million!

The news of this shocked everyone. At this stage everyone thought that Auntie Rani would accept this and move on. She after all did have four million in the bank. As it later transpires nothing could have been further from the truth as no one anticipated the greed of my scheming aunt...

Chapter Four:  Auntie Rani’s letter

One day when I returned home from a friend’s house the Jones’s told me that they received a letter from Auntie Rani. At one point we thought that this was a letter from her solicitor as we were prepared for the fact that maybe Rani would take legal steps to claim some of the money that I inherited.

However the contents of the letter were quite surprising. She was seeking custody of me!

Although they loved me like I was there own son, the Jones’s told me that it was my future and that I could live wherever I wanted. They told me that I was always welcome at their place. They also warned me about Auntie Rani’s possible intentions and that she isn’t a nice woman.

Deep down I knew that they were right but despite this I still wanted to at least see her. I hadn’t seen her for seven years and wondered whether she changed a lot. I still dreamt of her constantly. She was my fantasy woman and often I masturbated while I thought of her. I told the Jones’s that I will just talk to her and see what she had to offer. Although they didn’t like the idea of me going anywhere near Auntie Rani, the Jones’s reluctantly agreed.

Chapter Five:  Auntie Rani’s seduction

The next day after college I went straight to Uncle Hari’s old London offices where I had agreed to meet Auntie Rani.

When I got there I went to the reception area and the receptionist told me that Auntie Rani was in the main office.

When I reached the office I knocked on the door and heard my auntie’s voice telling me to ‘enter’. I then opened the door and received the shock of my life. There sitting on a swivelling chair besides a table was Auntie Rani. She was dressed in a skin tight microdress which was low cut from the front and exposed her fantastic cleavage. The hem of her dress was just an inch below her crutch and displayed her magnificent long sender legs. As usual they were shaved and wax and seemed to give off a shine.

Although now forty years of age, Auntie Rani was still a beautiful and sexy lady and looked a lot like a woman half her age. She turned and greeted me. As she turned, her massive breasts (which her dress was struggling to contain) started jiggling about. They were like a pair of puppies in a bag! It was if they were about to burst out of her dress at any given moment.

‘Darling’ she said with open arms. ‘Oh how I missed you, come and give your auntie a hug’.

Open mouthed with shock I walked nervously forward. As I approached her she quickly pounced on me and grabbed the back of my head with her hands and pushed my face into her chest. I could just make out her heaving bosoms as she breathed heavily. I could also smell the musky aroma of her perfume. It was all too much for me and I then suddenly developed a raging hard on. She began to shower the top of my head with sweet kisses. She said that she had missed me very much as I was her favourite nephew.

Once she had finally moved my head away from her bosoms, she told me that she had certain things to discuss about our future together. I then sat on a chair that was opposite hers. At this stage I was both worried and embarrassed as I feared that she might notice my erection, although it was slightly subsiding now. She of course must have noticed it as she kept staring at my groin from time to time. She smiled as I tried to hide the tent like shape in my trousers. The smile gave me the impression that she had noticed. Because of the uncomfortable circumstances that I had found myself in my erection subsided even more.

She then told me how much she had wanted to adopt me as I was her only living relative and that she loved me more than anything in the world as I reminded her strongly of her husband. All the time she was saying this, she was running her legs against mine in a very seductive manner. The touch of her legs rubbing against my legs was beginning to bring my erection back.

She then placed her hand on one of my thighs and begun to apologise for not trying to seek custody of me sooner. She told me it had been a difficult time for her as she had lost her dear husband and had spent the past few months mourning her loss which was one of the reasons why she was unable to seek custody of me.

She said that she had felt it was time that she got over her loss and start thinking about the living. As she said this her hand slowly begun to work up my thighs until it was resting on my groin. My penis had already begun to stiffen. She then gave my balls a slight squeeze and suddenly my penis turned rock hard.

She told me that, although the Jones’s were good people, she still felt that she was the best person to look after me and tried to persuade me to live with her instead. She told me that she would not be bitter if I decide to live with the Jones’s as her only interest was my happiness. I told her that I needed time to think it over and she told me to take as much time as I want.

As I got up to leave, she told me that she needed a kiss from her favourite nephew. I then nervously leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek. She then gave me a perplexed and frustrated look as though she was disappointed.

‘You don’t seem to love your auntie very much, do you?’ she said. ‘Your auntie deserves a proper kiss’.

She then grabbed me and kissed me full on the lips. The kiss lasted for about two minutes and all this time her tongue was probing inside my mouth. My penis, which was rock hard, was now emitting pre-cum. My underpants were literally getting hot and sticky.

Finally she got off me.

‘That’s much better’ she said wiping her lips with her hand. ‘I will see you in a week’s time’.

Auntie Rani then gave my balls another affectionate squeeze...

* * *

When I got back home I told the Jones’s all about the meeting with my Auntie Rani. Of course I didn’t go into detail about what had happened but I told them that she seemed nice and that she wanted me to stay with her. They asked me whether I wanted to live with her and I said I needed time to think about it.

Chapter Six:  The fateful decision

That night I couldn’t get any sleep. I knew that perhaps that I was better off living with the Jones’s but the vision of Auntie Rani in her micro dress, her deep cleavage, heaving bosoms, long legs and high heels played on my mind. Just thinking about her brought me to an erection. I masturbated furiously throughout the night.

The next morning I made up my mind of where I wanted to live. I told the Jones’s that I wanted to stay with my aunt. Of course they were naturally horrified but I was adamant. They reluctantly helped me pack my bags. I reassured them that I would always come to them if things didn’t work out.

I then phoned Auntie Rani and told her of my decision.

Chapter Seven:  Life with Auntie Rani

For the first month Auntie Rani treated me very well. She would always cook for me and got her servants to wash and iron my clothes. I was literally treated like a god. She would also be wearing revealing dresses whenever she was around me. A few social workers would turn up at her house to check up on my progress. The strange thing was that she would always be wearing a sari when she sees them.

It was only when my adoption became official that things started to change. She suddenly began treating me differently. Before she would always be affectionate to me, but now she acted like a person who didn’t care about me. She begun to talk to me sternly and sometimes even shouted at me.

I was then made to do chores around the house. I had to cook and prepare my own food as well as make food for her, wash the dishes, hoover the house, clean the bathroom etc.

I also had to wash and iron my own clothes. I even had to wash and iron Auntie Rani’s clothes as well. It was this chore that I enjoyed the most, as I had another opportunity to examine and abuse her lingerie collection. The good thing about washing her clothes was that I could rub myself off on her soiled underclothes and then wash away the evidence.

Chapter Eight:  Caught with the pants down

One day Auntie Rani went away for a very important business meeting with some Indian clients. She was dressed in a nice, smart red sari and looked very beautiful. She told me sternly that when she returned later that evening, she expected to find the house spring-cleaned. She then left.

I was quite happy as it gave me the opportunity to sneak into her bedroom and look through her underwear drawers. As I opened her drawers I was delighted to find that she brought new underwear. There were brassieres, stocking and suspenders and plenty of French frilly knickers. I began to take out all of her underwear to examine them. I eventually found a pair of red French knickers that I liked. I unzipped my flies took out my penis and begun to frantically rub the knickers against my already stiffening manhood.

After about a couple of minutes, I knew my penis was about to explode. I was just about to ejaculate when the bedroom door opened and to my horror I saw Auntie Rani standing in the doorway. Quickly I dropped the panties and begun to zip up my pants.

For a brief moment there was a long pause as she looked at me disdainfully. She then exploded in a rage.

‘You filthy pig!’ she screamed. ‘What are you doing?’

I tried to mumble an excuse but it was no use. She walked over to where I was standing and slapped me hard in the face. She then picked the knickers that I was masturbating with and smelt it. The aroma of pre-cum was unmistakable.

‘How long has this been going on?’ she sneered as she slapped my face again.

At first I was too embarrassed to answer her but she eventually forced me to tell her everything after she awarded my face with several more hard slaps.

‘I knew it was you, you bastard’ she barked. ‘So that is why I was missing several of my panties. So what have you got to say about yourself?’

I couldn’t say anything. All I could do was bow my head in shame.

‘Well my boy’ she said as she picked up the telephone receiver. ‘The Jones’s will hear about this’.

It was at this point that I finally reacted. I instantly fell to my knees and begged her not to tell them as this will ruin me. I told her that they will get worried and my good reputation would be tarnished. I told her that I might also lose my college place if news of this scandal leaked out.

‘Well, it looks like you got a lot to lose’ she said putting the receiver down. ‘However you mustn’t be let off scott free for this gross and disgusting act. You will have to be taught a lesson. You must still be punished for this and I am going to make sure that this will never happen again’.

She then ordered me to stand up, which I did.

‘Now take off all your clothes!’ she said sternly.

I was shocked about what I had just heard. I thought maybe I misheard her, so I stood there, dumb folded and not knowing what to do.

‘Well come on then, get a move on, after all you have nothing there that I haven’t already seen’ she said poking me in the groin. ‘Besides you were only exposing yourself a minute ago and if it takes sexual degradation to cure you of your foul urges, then so be it’.

Slowly and embarrassingly I began to remove my clothing bit by bit until I was standing in front of Auntie Rani as naked as the day I was born. I was red with embarrassment. Auntie Rani looked down at my penis, which was limp. Then incredibly her elegant hand took hold of my penis. I could not believe it as she begun to examine my penis, bending it and caressing it. My penis begun to stiffen slightly as her very touch felt so good.

‘What a pathetic little object’ she mocked. ‘It is even smaller than your pathetic uncle’s’.

My penis began to deflate when she made these humiliating remarks. Suddenly she began to stroke it and soon it begun to stiffen again. She kept stroking my penis until it was fully erect. She then began to examine my erected penis.

‘Hmmm, even when it is erect, it is still such a small and worthless specimen’ said Auntie Rani as she inspected my penis. ‘It is so small and malformed it should be destroyed’.

This remark made me shiver. Auntie Rani then stopped examining my penis. She then unrolled my foreskin with her long fingers until the head of my penis was exposed. She then began flicking the head with her thumb and forefinger. The stinging of my sensitive penis head by her hard fingernails had caused me so much pain and slowly my erection begun to subside.

Auntie Rani’s fingernails were very long and hard. Although they were sharp and claw like, they were still attractive. She always varnished them with dark nail varnish.

Chapter Nine:  The savage beating

‘Right’ she said as she pointed to a large chest of drawers that was in the corner of the room. ‘Go to that chest and open the top draw’.

Nervously I did what I was told and opened the drawer. To my horror it contains a selection of whips and canes.

‘Now take out the switch with the red handle’ said Auntie Rani.

I obeyed without question and took out this large vicious looking switch and gave it to her.

‘Now turn around and bend over’ she said as she flexed the switch.

Nervously I did what she had ordered and bend over with my arse in the air.

‘Now as part of your first lesson, I am going to whip your behind’ she said with an evil grin.

Auntie Rani then raised the switch in the air.

‘Here comes the first’ she said a she brought the switch down on my behind.

It made a sharp sound and I very nearly fell over as the pain begun to sear through my body.

‘Keep still you maggot’ she yelled as she brought down the switch a second time.

I bit my lower lip and tried to remain calm as she brought down the switch a further seven times. At this point there were painful red weals forming on my buttocks.

It was only after she had brought the switch on my buttocks for the tenth time that she finally paused. I thought the punishment was over and tried to get up.

‘Stay down you cretin!’ she shouted. ‘I didn’t tell you to get up. Your punishment is far from over. As a matter of fact it is only just beginning’.

I was shocked when she made that last statement. I knew I was in for a painful night.

She told me that she wasn’t getting a good aim. She felt that her sari was getting in the way. She ordered me to disrobe her sari. Carefully I began to unwrap her red silk sari.

Soon she was just in her petticoat and short blouse. Her blouse was red just like her sari. It was the type of blouse that was worn by Indian women with their saris. It was low cut and left her navel exposed. It was quite transparent as well and I could see her dark brassiere clearly. It was low cut from the top as well and it revealed her amazing cleavage. Her breasts were literally bursting under the seams. It was a magnificent sight.

‘Stop staring at my breasts, you pervert and bend over’ screamed Auntie Rani as she broke my captivated gaze.

As usual I did what I was commanded. And then the thrashing resumed. It was a lot worse than before. The weals that I had on my buttocks were now turning into cuts and slowly started to bleed. I kept moving from time to time and Auntie Rani had to warn me to keep still or I will receive even more severe punishment.

After about forty strikes of the switch she finally stopped. I collapsed in a heap on the floor. My bottom was cut to ribbons. So severe was the caning that there was actually blood dripping from the switch as well as my bottom. Cruelly and callously she walked over to my shattered and wreaked form and thrust the blood-soaked flogger into my face and demanded that I clean it, by licking off the blood. With tear-soaked eyes, I slowly raised my weakened head and begun to lick up my own blood off her switch. The taste was bitter but of course it didn’t matter, as my thoughts, was preoccupied with the pain that I was in.

Chapter Ten:  Ball crushing

After about fifteen minutes she told me to stop. She then examined the switch.

‘Hmm, very good’ she remarked as she inspected her switch closely. ‘Perhaps you do have some use after all. Maybe we can put that tongue of yours to further good use. Now get up and remove my petticoat’.

Slowly I raised myself from the ground. My body was still weak. I began to take off her petticoat.

When I removed it I found out that Auntie Rani was wearing a pair of lacy, semi-transparent black panties. I could just see through her panties, her trimmed triangle of hair. She was also wearing black high-heeled shoes. Since she was now in her panties she decided she might as well expose her brassiere as well, so she ordered me to remove her blouse. I carefully undid the hooks at the back of the blouse and then ease it of her back.

Auntie Rani now stood before me in only her high heels, black lacy panties and matching brassiere. She looked magnificent. She looked like a goddess. I paid particular attention to her brassiere. It was a wonderbra and it showed off her cleavage to perfection. Her breasts looked as if it was about to burst out at any given moment. I could see the corners of the dark areolas of her breasts from the corner of her brassiere. I stood there awestruck by them as my penis began to stiffen. Of course this didn’t escape Auntie Rani’s attention.

‘Stop ogling at my bosoms!’ she shouted in anger as she slapped me in the face.

I then quickly looked away. It was then that she noticed my newly formed erection.

‘Now looked what you caused yourself to do, you pervert!’ she snapped as she pointed at my enlarged penis. ‘Reduce that disgusting object at once.’

I was shocked. The vision of her magnificent breasts had driven my senses wild. I was completely helpless and out of control. I begged Auntie Rani that there was nothing I could do to curb my erection. Auntie Rani just fixed me with an icy stare.

‘You disgusting beast, you must learn self-control’ she said. ‘Well my boy, if you can’t reduce that pathetic thing then I am going to have to reduce it myself’.

With that she suddenly grabbed hold of my scrotum with her right hand. She begun to squeeze and dig her sharp claw like nails into my testicles. The pain was unbearable at it began to spread across my body. I screamed out aloud but Auntie Rani held firm.

After about half a minute my erection subsided.

‘There’ she said breathlessly. ‘That will take care of that’.

Chapter Eleven:  Shoe licking

Aunt Rani let go of my testicles and then looked me deep in the eyes.

‘Now it is back to business’ she said. ‘I did say I would make further use of that tongue of yours as it was so good at cleaning blood’.

Auntie Rani then pointed to her high heeled shoes.

‘Now let’s see if they can remove dirt’ she said with a cold smile. ‘Lick my shoes you maggot’.

I was shocked at what I am now hearing. She had just been walking outside and her shoes were filthy and wet (it had been raining as well). They were covered in dirt and mud. I didn’t really want to lick them and begged Auntie Rani to reconsider. She responded by slapping me in the face in anger.

‘Fucking get down there at once and lick my fucking shoes you maggot!’ she screamed, pointing down at her shoes.

I was shocked at Auntie Rani’s new outburst. It was the first time that I ever heard her swear. It won’t be the last either. I knelt down and began to lick her shoes as she sat on her bed. It was horrible. Not only did I have to lick the uppers of both shoes, but I was made to lick the soles and suck on the heels as well. It was very gritty and I had to eat the dirt and muck as well.

Chapter Twelve:  The divine breasts

After about half an hour both her shoes were in pristine condition. I stopped licking and knelt before her.

‘Very good’ said Auntie Rani as she examined her shoes. ‘Now I want you to take off my shoes’.

She thrust her left foot towards me and I slowly and carefully eased her shoe off her foot. I also did likewise to the other shoe as well. She then stood up and ordered me to stand up as well. As she got up the cups of her bra parted a little exposing more of her bosoms. I saw more of her dark areolas and also part of her nipples. I was so enthralled, I could only stop and gawk. My penis began to stiffen again. Aunt Rani noticed this and immediately slapped me hard on the face.

‘You perverted bastard’ she screamed. ‘I thought I told you not to stare at my tits’.

Without warning her hand then shot out and grabbed my balls, her beautiful, long, manicured claw like nails gripping my scrotum. My erection begun to rapidly subside as pain again began to spread throughout my body. I wanted to beg for mercy but the extreme pain had muted my vocal chords.

Suddenly she loosened her grip on my scrotum. She then said something that surprised me.

‘Now that half my tits are exposed and you proved to be a divine licker, I got another job for you, one that you may find educational and rewarding’ she cooed.

While still gripping my scrotum with her right hand she moved her left hand behind her back and undid the clip of her bra. The bra, which was struggling to hold Auntie Rani’s breasts, finally gave way. Like a volcano erupting Auntie Rani’s two magnificent breasts just popped out.

I just couldn’t believe it. Auntie Rani, my queen and my goddess of whom I have worshiped since all of my childhood stood before me with her breasts on display. She was now only wearing her panties. It was the first time that I had ever seen my Auntie’s breasts. For years I yearned to see them and now I got to fulfil my ultimate dream. They were beautiful and better than I had imagined. They were very big and the areola was dark and swollen. My penis begun to stiffen again but Auntie Rani began to tighten her grip on my scrotum.

‘Aha, naughty, naughty’ she cooed as my big erection begun to subside under the pressure of her dangerous fingernails. ‘Must learn to keep control, remember’.

Chapter Thirteen:  Heaven and Hell

She asked me whether I liked her breasts. I told her that they were the most beautiful things that I had ever seen in my life.

‘Good’ she said softly. ‘I knew that you would like them. Now I want to see if that tongue of yours could be of any further use’.

With that she grabbed the back of my head with her free hand, gripping my hair and pushed my head towards her breasts. My mouth was pressed against her left nipple. Even though I wanted to suck on it, I dared not.

It was only when I heard her say seductively ‘suck them well, you dirty curr’, that I find myself sucking noisily at her nipple.

Excitement began to spread across my body and my penis begun to once again stiffen. Yet again Auntie Rani’s fingernails began to dig into my scrotum.

‘We have been through this before’ she said sternly. ‘Control. I still have your balls in one hand. Anytime you will lose control I will enforce it. All it takes is just a little squeeze from my fingers’.

I continued to suck on both of her breasts. Although it was supposed to be heaven, it was really hell. I couldn’t enjoy any of the pleasure as every time I get an erection Auntie Rani’s grip on my balls begun to tighten. It was frustrating for me but for her it was different. She was enjoying it and her nipples were becoming very hard.

Chapter Fourteen:  The tall boots

After a while of frustrated sucking she told me to stop. Auntie Rani then sat on the bed. She again pointed at the large chest of drawers that was at the end of the room. She told me to walk up to it and open the bottom draw. I again obeyed without question.

As I walked up to the large chest of drawers my heart was beating fast. I thought that maybe there will be more switches and canes in the bottom draw just like the top drawer. I feared more punishment. My bottom had already taken a savage beating and I don’t think it could take anymore.

When I got to the chest of drawers and opened the bottom drawer I was relieved to find that it didn’t contain any whips, canes or switches as I first feared. Instead to my surprise I saw that it contained a pair of tall thigh high leather boots with six inch heels. The kinky looking boots were slightly dusty and appeared to have been in the drawers for quite sometime. There were laces running from the toes to the top of the boots. The boots themselves were black in colour, with red trimming around the lace holes.

Auntie Rani ordered me to fetch the boots over to her which I did. I then at her command began to put them on her feet and legs. Once she had them on, I then had to tighten the laces tightly so that they fixed permanently on her legs.

When the laces were tightened she then stood up. She then ordered me to follow her as she made her way out of the bedroom.

Chapter Fifteen:  Signing my life away

Auntie Rani led me all the way downstairs and into the cellar of the house.

The cellar was dimly lit. The cellar room contained a lot of old things that were stacked up against the wall at one end of the room. They appeared to have been put there a long time ago and lay there seemingly forgotten. Curiously at the opposite end of the room was a metal cage.

The middle of the room was empty apart from an old armchair. It was the armchair that caught my attention. I remembered it well. It was Uncle Hari’s favourite armchair. I used to sit on it many a time when I was a small boy. I haven’t seen it in a long time.

As I studied the armchair I noticed that there appeared to be a cache of papers and a ball point pen on the seat of it.

After picking up the papers and pen from the seat of the armchair Auntie Rani then sat on it.

‘Right, as you can see from the state of my boots, they could do with the use of your tongue’ said Auntie Rani as she crossed one leg over the other. ‘However before you do that there is something very important that you must do’.

Auntie Rani then dropped the small pile of papers on the floor, tossing the ball point pen on top of it.

‘I want you to sign these documents’ said Auntie Rani.

I then knelt down and picked up the papers and examined them. As I thumbed through the contents of each sheet of paper I realised that they were legal documents.

‘What is all this?’ I asked.

‘They are of no concern to you’ said Auntie Rani sternly. ‘All I have ordered you to do is to sign it’.

‘But … but … it contains details of my inheritance’ I stammered.

‘If you really must know, it is a correction to the will left by my bastard husband’ said Auntie Rani with a cold smile. ‘It transfers all of the wealth and assets that you have inherited from my late husband to my name’.

I was horrified by what she had told me.

‘I can’t sign this!’ I said fearfully.

Auntie Rani suddenly stopped smiling. Her face twisted into a mask of anger.

‘Put the papers on the floor and come here’ she sneered.

Trembling with fear I did what she had ordered me to do and placed the papers on the floor and then presented myself before Auntie Rani.

Still sitting on the armchair, Auntie Rani leaned forward and grabbed my balls which were within her reach. Once again pain began to wrack my body as she dug her claw like nails into my scrotum. I wanted to scream out but my vocal chords were paralyzed through the pain that I was in.

‘I had to put up with thirteen miserable years of marriage to that bastard uncle of yours to get my hands on this money and if you think that I will just stand by and let you take it then you got another thing coming’ said Auntie Rani as she increased the pressure on my scrotum with her dangerous nails. ‘Just get it into your thick stupid head that the money and properties that belonged to my late husband is rightfully mine. Your uncle had made a mistake when he drew up the will and now you have the honour of correcting that mistake, is that understood cretin?’

I was too weak with pain to respond to my aunt’s question - at least orally. So I nodded my head instead.

‘Are you going to do the right thing and sign these papers?’ asked Auntie Rani.

I again nodded.

‘Good’ said Auntie Rani as she released the grip on my scrotum. ‘Now sign it!’

I quickly fell on my knees and begun to sign away each of the documents. I started to weep as I signed away my inheritance to my scheming aunt. While I was cowering on the floor signing my life away, Auntie Rani rested her tall boots on my back.

Soon there were only two more documents left to sign. Both were different to the other documents that I signed. Unlike the other documents which were all white in colour, one of the documents was grey while the other was cream coloured.

As I read the contents of the grey paper I became horrified. It was a document that transferred all the wealth and assets that was left to me by my parents to Auntie Rani’s name. I could just about understand why Auntie Rani made me give up the inheritance that was left to me by my uncle as she believed it to be rightfully hers, but this was different. This was left to me by my mother and father and she had no claim over it whatsoever.

‘What is this?’ I asked as I pointed to the grey document.

‘Consider it a fine’ said Auntie Rani looking down on me. ‘It is your punishment for trying to steal my wealth and for dishonouring a respectable lady by soiling her underclothes with your sperm’.

‘But I can’t sign this’ I said. ‘It is mine. My parents left this to me’.

‘You don’t have to sign it if you don’t want to’ said Auntie Rani with a sinister smile. ‘However if you don’t sign it, then the Jones’s as well as the authorities and the whole community will learn of your filthy habit of abusing my underwear’.

I gasped in shock at what Auntie Rani had told me.

‘Think what the scandal will do’ said Auntie Rani with a grin. ‘Public humiliation, possible charges of indecency, being thrown out of the college and thus ruining your chances of Oxford or Cambridge, being ostracised from the community. The list is endless. Your call’.

This was blackmail but I knew there was nothing I could do. I was helpless and she had me where she wanted me. Reluctantly I signed the grey document. I was now technically penniless and homeless.

I then looked at the contents of the cream coloured document. Unlike the other documents this one didn’t seem to be legally drawn up. On the top of the page was a heading: ‘Terms of Enslavement’.

‘What is this?’ I asked in bewilderment as I looked up from under Auntie Rani’s boots.

‘It is something that I have created myself’ said Auntie Rani in a tone that expressed pride. ‘It is a document that empowers the removal of your freedom to my control. Sign this and you will become my slave’.

‘But why?!’ I cried. ‘What is the purpose of this?’

‘Just think about it’ said Auntie Rani. ‘You are now penniless and homeless. You have no future. It is your choice. You can either choose a worthless and uncertain future on the streets of London or choose a continued existence of eternal enslavement to me and become my personal slave’.

I thought for a moment and realised that I had no choice. If I didn’t sign the document I would be out in the streets and it would be the end of my dream to study at Oxford or Cambridge. If the truth were to be known, that was the only thing that kept me going. It was the hope of my family that I attend either of the two most prestigious universities in England and I have been working hard to achieve this dream all my life. True I have lost everything, but if I agree to my wicked aunt’s cruel terms then maybe she would allow me to continue my studies alongside my new role as her slave. Besides it would increase her standing within the Indian community if she had a nephew who was attending one of the top two universities in England and possibly the world.

To Auntie Rani’s delight I then signed the final document. She then took her boots off my back and ordered me to hand over the documents that I had signed. I did as I was ordered. Still kneeling before her heavy boots, I watched as she delightfully flicked through the pages to check that I had signed each document.

‘I waited thirteen years for this and now it is mine’ said Auntie Rani with a smile as she thumbed each document. ‘I really thought I had inherited everything when I fixed the brakes on your bastard uncle’s car. If only you too died in that crash then I didn’t have to go through with this ridiculous plan to seduce and ensnare you and blackmail you into handing over my inheritance’.

I was shocked at what Auntie Rani had told me. So it was she that had caused the deaths of my parents and even her own husband. I knew all along that she was a bad woman. Even when she tried to persuade me to come and live with her, I knew that I was asking for trouble as she didn’t really love me but I was just blinded by her beauty and sex appeal. However I could never imagine that she would be this evil and callous.

Not only have I discovered that she had murdered my parents and my beloved uncle, but she had also planned my downfall all along. It was all a set up. She deliberately set out to seduce me and then probably tried to entice me into getting myself into a compromising position by leaving her underwear lying around. And when she caught me masturbating with her knickers, rather than scold me or throw me out of the house, she took advantage of the situation by blackmailing me. Of course there was little that I could do now. She had me where she wanted me.

Placing the signed documents on the side of the armchair Auntie Rani then sat on the armchair and ordered me to lick her boots clean. As before I obeyed without question and knelt down before her and started to orally clean her boots.

Licking her boots clean was altogether a different experience from licking her shoes. For a start it was a lot more work. Whereas before I had to lick away at her feet, I now had to lick up and down at the entire length of her long legs - and her legs were very long.

Secondly whereas before I had to lick up all the dirt, grit and mud that came from the wet streets of London, I now found myself licking up the dust that had gathered up for years in a long neglected chest of drawers.

It took me about the best part of an hour as I worked my tongue up and down the length of her leg. As before I also had to concentrate on her soles and was sucking on her tall heels as well.

Chapter Sixteen:  Auntie Rani’s threat

Soon Auntie Rani’s boots were clean and in an immaculate condition. Her saliva coated boots begun to glisten. I was at this point very exhausted.

Before I even had time to recover, Auntie Rani then kicked me hard on my face with her heavy boot and I fell backwards onto the floor. The side of my face had a nasty bruise to where her boot made contact. I was now lying on my back. She then walked up to where I was lying and stamped down hard on my chest with one of her heavy leather boots. It hurt like hell and I let out a yell. She told me to shut up or I will receive further extreme punishment.

As she rested her boot on my chest Auntie Rani looked down haughtily at the pathetic form beneath her boot. She was clearly revelling in the power over the insect trapped beneath her boot. For about a minute there was a brief silence then finally she spoke.

‘Tell me worm’ she said in a sensual throaty voice. ‘Are you a virgin?’

I was shocked by this sudden question and so was unable to reply. Frustrated by a lack of reply she pressed down her booted leg even harder and raised her voice.

‘Well are you?’ she asked sternly.

Again I was too shocked to reply.

‘Well answer me boy and answer truthfully’ she said sternly as she increased the pressure on my chest. ‘I will know if you are lying so answer me truthfully’.

The pain was too much for me and I was struggling to breathe.

‘Yes’ I yelled in a muffed and almost muted voice.

Auntie Rani laughed as she eased the pressure of her boot that was resting on my chest, allowing me to breathe a lot more easily.

‘I thought as much’ she said.

She then removed her boot from my chest and begun to prod my penis with her boot heel.

‘I am not surprised since you have this pathetic, worthless thing’ she said as she poked my penis with her heel.

She poked and prodded my penis several more times.

‘Well I am afraid I have some very bad news for you’ she said. ‘You will remain a virgin till the rest of your days’.

I was shocked by what I had heard.

‘As I said before, your little worm is useless and it should be destroyed and I am now going to carry out that threat’ she said staring at my penis and testicles with a face that was twisted with hatred.

I was now very worried. I didn’t know what she is capable of. She looked down at me and said something that I will never forget.

‘Now my boy, I am going to sexually disable you by destroying your balls’ she sneered. ‘It will be perfect. I will finally gain revenge on that bastard uncle of yours for cutting me out of my will and more importantly it will stop you from producing an heir that will challenge my inheritance, an inheritance that is rightly mine. Your family line stops with you’.

I now begun to shiver in fear and begged her to spare me.

‘Shut up’ she shouted. ‘I suffered years to get this money and now it will be all mine. You, you bastard are partly responsible for my suffering and now you will pay. Besides I always wanted to do this to you for years and now I have that opportunity’.

Chapter Seventeen:  Auntie Rani’s hatred

She was now smiling sadistically as her booted foot was resting on my penis. I was now crying. For a while she just stood there maliciously laughing at my suffering. She then finally spoke.

‘However, before I permanently emasculate you, I will permit you to enjoy that one final cum’ she said.

I stopped crying and looked up at her with a puzzled expression etched on my face. Her smile then wore off and a resentful expression formed on her face as she looked down on me with renewed resentment.

‘I know what you are thinking, you filthy pervert and don’t even think about it’ she said venomously. ‘You are thinking that I am permitting you to have sex with me don’t you, you worthless vermin?!’

She then began to press her boot into my scrotum. The pain was beginning to be intolerable and I was struggling hard to breathe.

‘Do you really think I am that stupid’ she shrieked. ‘I know you wanted to have sex with me for ages, but I will never allow you to place that filthy disgusting object between my legs’.

She began to press down harder and I begun to scream.

‘You always wanted to fuck me, don’t you, you fucking beast?!’ she said with extreme contempt. ‘Even as a child you was always following me around and you were always trying to find excuses to be with me and I know you will always go to the bathroom to wank yourself off, if you ever seen me wearing anything revealing’.

She then opened her mouth and spat at me. The spit landed on my face.

‘You disgust me you bastard’ she yelled as she begun to squash my testicles with her boot. ‘I wish you would die just like your wretched family. I detest you, you maggot. I want you to die. I want you to never to use your disgusting penis again. I want to destroy it and I wish your worthless object never existed’.

The pain was searing throughout the rest of my body as she begun to spit out more scorn and abuse.

‘How dare you breathe the same air that I breathe, how dare you live in the same planet that I live in’ she said venomously. ‘You are worthless you maggot, you are less than nothing’.

She seemed to be gripped in some kind of a mania.

Chapter Eighteen:  The last cum

After a while of torturing my scrotum with her sharp heel, she suddenly stopped and seemed to have managed to composed herself. Her boot though still rested on my scrotum, but she wasn’t pressing down anymore.

My breathing which was shallow begun to return to me as I begun to inhale deep breaths. I could just about see Auntie Rani looking down at me with disdain, through my tear soaked eyes as the pain in my body begun to subside.

‘Had I wanted to, I could have rendered you permanently impotent there and then’ she said sternly. ‘But I am not going to do that’.

I begun to breathe a sigh of relieve.

‘Oh don’t look too calm, you maggot’ said Auntie Rani disdainfully. ‘That doesn’t mean that I am not going to destroy your worthless privates. No, that can wait. I am going to be merciful to you. I am going to allow you to have that one final cum before I destroy your masculinity forever’.

With that she placed the sole of her boot on top of my penis and begun to move her feet frantically back and forth. As she did so, her heel kept ramming into my testicles hurting me terribly. Despite this I began to feel arouse as the rhythmic movement of her feet coupled with the vision of her breasts wiggling about, as she arched back and forth, begun to stiffen my wilted penis once more.

It didn’t take long for me to ejaculate as I spurted my load all over her shiny boot. She then thrust the dripping boot over my face. I didn’t need to be told about what she had wanted from me. I began to lick her soiled boot clean, lapping up my own sperm in the process.

‘Hope you enjoyed that my boy’ she said as I was orally cleaning her boot. ‘Remember it and remember it well. It will be the last time you will ever enjoy anything like it ever again’.

Chapter Nineteen:  The descend into eunuchism

When I had finished cleaning her boot she again thrust the boot into my face.

‘Now kiss it’ she said softly. ‘This boot is about to change your life forever. It is about to render your worthless tool ineffective for the rest of your days. It is your balls executioner, so show it respect!’

Nervously I begun to kiss and caress her boot.

After what seemed to be like an age she told me to stop. Ordering me on my back she then placed the sole of her boot on my left testicle and pressed down slowly.

A wicked grin began to appear on her face, as pain once more begun to wrack my body.

‘You know how a man’s power is measured?’ she said sadistically. ‘By his family jewels! You of course with that pathetic little object have very little power, but it is power nevertheless. I have now taken your money, your assets, your family and your freedom and all you have now is what little ounce of your dignity remains. I could be content with this but no I am insatiable. I want everything’.

She began to press down harder on my left testicle, increasing the pressure.

‘Yes what remains of your power is in your balls and I want it and I will take it away from you and possess it’ she said icily as my testicle slowly begun to disintegrate under the weight of her boot. ‘Give it to me now! Give me your power!’

I was now screaming. Suddenly there was a short pop as my testicle literally exploded. Auntie Rani’s boot now met with the ground. She began to grind her boot from side to side, reducing what was once my left testicle into a smear. A satisfied smile began to play on her lips as I screamed the place down.

‘It is no good screaming my boy’ she said as she placed the heel of her boot on my remaining testicle. ‘No one will ever hear you as the cellar is totally soundproof’.

She began to slowly press down on my remaining testicle with her dangerous heel. I begged her for mercy but she just laughed at me.

‘There is no escape for you and I have now half of what remains of your power’ she said as she begun to press down harder. ‘I now want the rest. With the destruction of your remaining testicle, I will end your masculine ways. I will destroy your family lifeline, you will be the last of your pathetic race. Just an increase in the pressure of my boot will end everything for you. Do you know the power I wield over you?’

As my last testicle was about to explode under the sheer weight of her boot, I saw Auntie Rani place her right hand down her panties. I could see through the thin fabric of her panties that she had inserted her fingers into her vagina and was masturbating herself. She was clearly getting aroused and I could see her love juices seeping out of her vagina and running down her legs.

Within a minute it was all over. My right testicle exploded as it finally gave way to the sheer weight of her boot. She began to twist her boot heel from side to side as she grinded my testicle into the ground, reducing it into a smear.

‘There’ she said breathlessly. ‘Now my dominance over you and my power and wealth is secured. You are completely powerless’.

She began to laugh evilly as I passed out.

Epilogue

When I finally came to, I saw that she was still standing where she had earlier stood.

She then ordered me to get up and then led me into the metal cage that was at the other end of the cellar room. Once I was inside, she then locked the door of the cage.

‘This will be your quarters for life’ she said sternly. ‘Forget the life that you once knew and forget all about the dreams and ambitions that you once had. Forget all about the dreams of having a family and continuing your family legacy and about going to Oxford or Cambridge and any other ridiculous and pointless goals and desires. Your future role is to serve and obey me. You are now my slave forever and there is nothing you could do about it’.

I began to cry as I realised the full extent of falling for my beautiful, but evil auntie’s charms. I didn’t mind being her slave or being made a eunuch for that matter. But to be told that I was not allowed to pursue my dream of entering Oxford or Cambridge, well that was wicked. I knew now that I have made a terrible mistake in agreeing to be enslaved to Auntie Rani. Maybe life on the cold and cruel streets of London would have been a better existence.

‘And you must forget about the relationship that we once had’ said Auntie Rani. ‘You were only related to me by my husband. Now that he is no more, there is no relationship between us. You are not allowed to refer to me as your aunt. You will call me Empress Rani as I am now your queen and you are my slave. Is that understood?’

‘Yes … your majesty’ I said weakly.

‘Good’ she said with a wicked smile.

I then watched as the beautiful but wicked Indian empress turned and swaggered out of the cellar room, deliberately exaggerating the wiggle of her buttocks as she made her way up the stairs in order to tease me and show me what I would now never be able to enjoy.

The End.

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