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Her mother and Aunt Sara both smiled at each other after hearing Cherin’s defeat.“I’d love to see more of those tapes, Jane,” Aunt Sara said, knowing this would let Cherin know that she had already seen SOME of them. As they talked as if Cherin wasn’t even in the room, let alone bound and naked with a bald, wet pussy, Aunt Sara began pushing her long middle finger into Cherin’s pussy. “My, it’s tight!” exclaimed Sara. “Don’t let that fool you, Sara,” warned her mother. “She can take more than you think in that little hole.”
“We’ll have to see about that,” announced Aunt Sara, as she slowly pushed and twistedher long finger in and out of Cherin’s poor, little pussy. As Cherin’s knees were about 8 inches apart on the bench, her mother was able to come on the other side of Cherin and start working on the girl’s exposed clit. She didn’t want her to cum, only to tease her into intensely wanting to cum. She made slow, deliberate circles around Cherin’s engorged clit, only allowing her fingers to actually touch it on rare occasions. Both women smiled at each other, proud of their progress so far.
Just then, Sara removed her finger from Cherin’s pussy and said, “She’s really got a nice, little pussy, Jane... but THIS is what I’m REALLY interested in,” as she placed her finger on Cherin’s very tight asshole. Cherin tried to pull away from this type of attention, but bound as she was, this was impossible to do.
“Great! It’s a sensitive area for her, Jane... this is going to be fun!” Cherin was alarmed to hear the excitement in her Aunt’s voice. “Before we start, let’s make some adjustments to the bench, though, Jane.” Cherin’s mother agreed, “Yes, let’s move her knees tightly together and bind her legs above the knees... this will make her bottom much tighter and make this much more uncomfortable for her... and much more enjoyable for us!”
Both women giggled and smiled at each other again. As before, both women knelt down on either side of the bench and turned some wheels that caused Cherin’s legs to move closely together. After her knees were touching each other, Aunt Sara produced another thick leather strap and used it to tie Cherin’s legs tightly together above her knees.
“What a sight!” exclaimed Cherin’s mom as she stood behind her daughter and admired the perfect form of her large, round bottom, with her back arched as it was and her head facing forward. A more inviting, obscene look could not have imagined. Both women moved toward the front of the bench again. Aunt Sara leaned down and whispered into Cherin’s ear: “Cherin, do you like having things pushed into your bottom, honey?” She remained leaning over, as if a verbal response from Cherin was expected or even possible. What she heard was another moan from Cherin.
“Jane, Cherin told me that she LIKES having things pushed into her bottom!” announced Aunt Sara, as she interpreted Cherin’s moan how she wanted to interpret it. Both women laughed out loud again, obviously excited about the progress so far.
“Let’s start with something that you might not find so much fun, Cherin,” said Aunt Sara, now speaking in her strict tone of voice again. “Oh, Sara, are you thinking about what I THINK you’re thinking about?” asked Jane in an excited pitch.
“A ginger stick is what a bottom like THIS needs,” responded Aunt Sara in an educated tone of voice, as she used her thumb and forefinger to hold Cherin’s ample, round cheeks apart, exposing her tight, little asshole to the air. Aunt Sara used her fingers to open and close Cherin’s cheeks several times, letting her bottom get used to being spread and released. Both women know this would increase Cherin’s awareness of her tiny asshole and increase her anxiety immensely.
“A ginger... WHAT??” Cherin thought worriedly. She still couldn’t figure out how she had gotten into this situation, let alone imagine what a ginger stick was. They wouldn’t really do anything to her pretty, little bottom, would they? This still had to be some kind of sick joke. SURELY, they’d let her go soon!
“Jane, I made some special ginger sticks for our special lady. They’re over there. Could you get one for me? I don’t want to take my eyes off this ass—this scrumptious thing of beauty!”
Aunt Sara beamed, giving Cherin’s cheeks a hearty stretch. “All right, but only because you’re my sister,” the mother chuckled. “You ALWAYS get the best seat in the house!” Cherin heard her mother walk off somewhere and rustle some things around.
“Now, now, you’ll get your turn.”
Cherin let out a little whimper as her ass was kneaded roughly. Aunt Sara simply snickered mercilessly and pinched her cheeks, enjoying another whimper from the helpless girl.
Her mother returned: “Mmmm, this smells extra spicy!”
“But, of course! I think this case calls for it! Now, Jane, have you ever seen an asshole so perfect?”
The bound brunette blushed at this observation. Unceremoniously, Aunt Sara forced Cherin’s smooth cheeks to their widest, releasing an audible grunt from their captive—much to their amusement. Her tight hole had never been so prominent and was ever so slightly opened.. Each and every crinkle on her tan sphincter was so evident that they could practically be counted.
“Oooooh, you’re right! Wow! It’s like the pearl in an oyster!” Jane exclaimed, gazing at the tight, virgin hole with sparkling eyes.
“WAIT, look at this poor shaving job!” Aunt Sara gasped, tugging on some pubic hair below her asshole. From her ass pucker down to about an inch below it, there was some hair in Cherin’s crack that she could never quite reach very well. Apparently, the dim lighting of the room made it not so easy to spot. Jane tugged on it, too, and both ladies laughed hysterically.
The captive girl blushed even deeper. Cherin shivered as she felt her mother’s finger traced lightly up and down her crack. For a moment the finger stopped atop her pucker and used it as a pivot, lightly twisting side to side. In the brief silence, Cherin’s mind whirled. The uncomfortable stretch of her buttocks and the gentle tickling of her anus confused her senses. Never before had she been so humiliated. Her own family’s crude comments about her most intimate regions didn’t help things either. Still, Cherin was fairly certain her mother would now end this bizarre punishment. They HAD to be bluffing about actually sticking things in her ass!
“Well, Jane, you may do the honors! I’ve got her in the perfect position. That ginger stick is pretty long, so insert it about halfway... You’ll see why!” Sara smiled. Both women began giggling as Jane produced a crinkly, little rod. It was about 6” long and about ½” in diameter. Aside from its unusual odor, it almost looked like beef jerky or some type of sausage; however, you would not want to eat it! Since it tended to dissolve in warm moisture, Jane held it in a foil wrapper. Of course, Cherin was not privy to any of this.
Waiting expectantly for the nightmare to suddenly end and the bluff to be called, Cherin’s thoughts were bitter. Her face was still crimson. At this point, if she were allowed to speak, she would have said anything to sweet-talk her mom into believing that she was “reformed” by the punishment so far.
To Cherin’s chagrin, she felt something cool prodding against her vulnerable hole, followed by an increase in giggling. Attempting to clench her asshole defensively, the hind-gifted girl grunted with pleading protest, causing more laughter. However, Cherin might as well been skiing uphill because Aunt Sara spread her ass too wide to resist much. Cherin pouted as she felt the cool tip disappear into her bottom.
Jane declared gleefully, “Sara, we have entry! Go ahead and let go of her full buns, so this will be more of a discomfort for her!”
Cherin gasped when she felt her two supple cheeks smack together so suddenly. Although she could now clench her ass with all her might, the bound brunette now felt the new discomfort her mother was talking about. It felt as if her rear hole had shrunk and the “ginger stick” had gotten bigger! She also felt the creepy feeling of the stick sliding between her buns as it slowly entered. Oh, if only her thighs hadn’t been so tightly bound together!
The giggling continued as Cherin fought a losing battle against her intruder. Sara and Jane were delighted with a different noise for each centimeter that disappeared. At 1”...grunting... 2”... groaning... 3”... whimpering. By the 4th and final inch, Cherin’s chest was heaving as her eyes began to tear up. It wasn’t really physically painful for the youth, but it was quite emotionally degrading. (Exactly what the two women wanted!)
“She sounds like she’s really into this, Jane!” Her aunt happily peaked around at Cherin’s chest. “If she had bigger tits, they’d be swaying like crazy!” Both women laughed like it was the funniest joke they’d heard in a while.
Merrily, Aunt Sara and Jane sat back and admired their handiwork. Before their hungry eyes was a sweet, 17 year-old ass, framed by tight, ruined dress pants. The end of a ginger stick emerged defiantly from it’s dainty asshole. Below this main attraction was the clamped slit to her love tunnel, guarded by her stubbled labia majora. Her immobile and unwilling state made it an absolutely perfect sight.
Much to her horror, Cherin sensed the greedy stares of her aunt and mother and clearly felt the rough ginger stick in her virginal rectum. The reality of the situation was quite plain to her now. Little did she know that things were about to get worse...
Aunt Sara announced, “The show will begin any second now, Jane!”
With those words, her aunt seemingly activated a curse. The sultry Cherin became aware of a sudden smoldering sensation around her sphincter. Quickly, it spread deeper into her colon—down the length of the ginger stick. The smoldering escalated to a fire, and before long, Cherin felt as if there was an inferno in her ass. It burned like nothing she’d ever felt before; it was an extremely spicy stick!
Giggling started anew as Cherin began to bellow through sealed mouth. All her muscles tensed, and she began to sweat. Instinctively, the girl began to clench and unclench her ass, making the visible end of the ginger stick “dance.” Her talented sphincter and cheeks made it rock up-and-down, side-to-side, and in various combinations.
While Sara laughed with total amusement, Jane gasped like a pleasantly surprised child. She didn’t expect such a wonderful, little performance! Intently, Jane leaned closer for a better look, allowing Cherin to feel her mother’s breath on her bare ass and pussy. Aunt Sara leaned closer for the best view, too. Each woman took turns cruelly pushing back in the ginger stick that their little captive tried so desperately to expel. Knowing smiles were exchanged each time they forced it back into place.
Cherin’s tears streamed freely now. One of her most prized assets was now her biggest pain! Never in her wildest dreams did she EVER expect to have her delicious derriere lewdly displayed and tormented! To her frustration, Cherin’s attempts to squeeze the burning offender out yielded only a rude return. Fortunately, the ginger stick grew more narrow as it dissolved; however, Aunt Sara and her mother would shove it deeper and deeper to compensate.
After about twenty minutes of mischievous giggling, the two ladies made sure the whole 6” had disappeared into their bound beauty. Again, they took a moment to admire the lovely moon before them. Grinning broadly, they both stood up and walked across the dim room. Defeated, Cherin observed her aunt and mother through misty eyes. She watched them both gather some things from a table, but she couldn’t see what they had. Even as they returned toward her, she didn’t quite catch what each woman was holding. Her foggy eyes and stinging rectum made it difficult to concentrate on that. Still, Cherin did not miss their wicked grins, and this made her heart sink to the pit of her stomach.
“Say ‘cheeks!’” her aunt exclaimed, followed by a quick flash. She was taking photos! “Get a close up of her sweet, little pussy and the cute ginger stick nub poking from her ass,” her mother suggested.
“Good idea, Jane. I’ll get a shot of that, then a couple very special close-ups of that
ginger nub. I really like that best!”
Cherin saw two more flashes. She felt so ashamed, and her poor anus still burned. Aunt Sara asked, “Jane, would you spread the cheeks a bit? I want to snap a better view—especially of that inadequate shaving job! MOHAWK ASS!”
Gladly, Jane pulled the girl’s buttocks apart slightly with her thumbs, allowing a better view. Sara took a few pictures. Then, Jane took the liberty of using her forefingers to pry open Cherin’s slit. Her sister took a couple more photos.
“I’ve got an idea!” Sara declared. “Why don’t you put your foot on top of her ass and
pose like you’ve just conquered her?” Both women laughed sardonically at this. Jane, thinking it to be a wonderful idea, stepped up on the bench. Carefully, she raised her leg and placed her foot on Cherin’s tailbone.
She really did look like she had just climbed Everest or conquered Europe. Seeing the flash, Cherin pouted. Her pride had just been cut in half. She might as well have been a hogtied calf at a rodeo. Never before had she been so completely dominated–by her own family, no less!
After stepping down, her mother cooed, “Honey, it’s time for some of mommy’s special ‘salve’ for your special place!”
Cherin tensed up. She didn’t like the way her mother said ‘salve,’ and she fretted the meaning of ‘special place.’ Among the renewed giggling, Cherin heard a lid open. Soon after, she felt a gooey finger cruelly jab at her slit, causing her to gasp. The finger didn’t go into her vagina, rather it smeared a cool gel up and down her love crack, barely penetrating the outer labia. Then, she felt more ‘salve’ slopped all over her crotch. Finally, the greasy finger jammed its way into her ass, smashing up the remainder of the ginger stick inside her.
“Let me get a picture of your finger in her ass and that greasy snatch! That’s great!” Sara shouted as if she were some sort of master photographer.
As the flash lit up the room, Cherin became aware of a strange burning sensation at her pussy. It was a different burn than the ginger stick aching in her ass. This burn was more menthol... like Vick’s Vaporub! Cherin released an audible hiss from her nose as she felt her sensitive slit heat up. Oh, not her pussy, too!
Both women laughed as they each grabbed one of the teen’s cheeks roughly, eyeing her young, thoroughly-slathered cunt. They began kneading each succulent cheek, relishing the girl’s discomfort and laughing at each whimper she uttered. Their free hands moved to Cherin’s slender waist. Massaging her from her waist to her hips, they admired her form. Sara and Jane could not get enough of this girl’s lower half. Eventually, the hands at Cherin’s waist moved to her shapely thighs, kneading them through the bindings.
“Oooo, I’m going to need to spank this ass soon, Jane,” her aunt sighed.
“Sara, there’s a lot of things that must be done to this ass. We’ll savor it one step at a time. Personally, I never realized how meaty her outer labs were! I’ll need to tan those pretty babies, too!”
Fiendishly, the two women giggled at the thought of spanking her ass and pussy, but Cherin’s anxiety only grew further. She didn’t doubt that her captors were crazy enough to torment her even more. Hadn’t they done enough? Tears dripped down her face as she endured the burning in her cunt and ass and the fondling of her buttocks. For her own sadistic pleasure, Aunt Sara made sure to elicit a squeal from Cherin with an occasional pinch or scratch.
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