Amy's Submissive Aunt, 2
Jane Parks and Amy Hart (who stole what they needed) (f/F, humil.)
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Fifteen year old Amy Hart hovered over her recently-made-unconscious aunt. The young girl had grown tired of watching her naked aunt just lie there on the floor and so she decided to wake the older woman up. Amy was using her impudent and cunning fingers to revive the stricken older woman so she could play with her some more. One of the young girl's slender index fingers sloshed around inside her naked aunt's soppy pussy. The other index finger was securely lodged deep inside the older woman's rose.
"Why is your pussy so wet and sticky, Aunt Jane?" Amy almost whispered to her befuddled aunt. "Are you a slut or something?"
Jane was still groggy from having had her head pounded on the floor by her cruel niece. She couldn't seem to make any sense of Amy's snarkey question, but she certainly did feel quite horny despite her raging headache. And Amy's sly fingers weren't helping matters a bit.
Amy leaned far over till her face was only inches away from that of her aunt.
"I can see it in your eyes, dear Aunt Jane. You have never been more scared or humiliated in all your life, yet somehow your body is growing more and more aroused by whit I'm doing to you."
Some last speck of the older woman's remaining sanity cried out for her to run away from her vicious niece as quickly as she could. Jane tried her best to rise up off the floor, but the young girl's teasing, possessive fingers were getting the best of her, so she just lay there and let her niece do whatever she took it into her head to do.
"Don't worry, Aunt Jane. I'll find out all your dirty little secrets soon enough. Pretty soon you are going to be all mine. All mine to play with from now on any time I want to."
At the sound of Amy's taunting words, Jane felt a lewd little moan of anticipation escape her lips. Amy heard her and giggled.
"You like it when I insert my wet fingers into your swampy slut pussy and your tight, little virgin rosette."
Jane made an animal sound deep in her throat, a sound unmistakable in its pleadings for more.
Amy giggled again like the girl she still was and deigned to give her aunt more of what she so obviously craved.
"I can hear you grunting like a little slut pig, Aunt Jane, each time I twist my hand so that I can feel every side of your tight little pooper against your cunt."
Amy suited her actions to her words.
Jane responded by making more pleading little animal sounds deep in her throat.
"I just love playing with you, Aunt Jane; seeing just what buttons I can push. Which ones make you squirm. What makes you squirm makes you horny and when you're horny, I can do damn near anything I want with you."
Amy leaned even lower so that her pert nose touched against her aunt's.
"I bet you've been in exactly this same position before, slut, with some sex-hungry big girl you've just snowed with your sexy stories putting her willing fingers deep inside your sloppy wet cunt. But you can feel for yourself I'm choosing a much more intimate place to stake my claim on you."
Jane could most certainly feel Amy's cunning, teasing fingers and she began to wriggle as her young niece continued to tickle and probe. The older woman looked up beseechingly at her haughty niece. She suddenly discovered that she could hold back admitting her hunger for the young girl no longer.
"Yessssss, Amy. You do have a claim on me. I've wanted to tell you for a long time, Amy. I've wanted to tell you that - that you're so pretty and I want to - to make love to you. I want to taste - taste your pussy. And that I'll - I'll do anything - I'll do anything you want from now on."
"Anything?" cruel little Amy said with more than a hint of victory in her tone.
"Anything." Jane repeated with a finality that brooked no argument.
Amy laughed cruelly at her Aunt Jane as the older woman squirmed on the floor.
"Okay then, Aunt Jane. Here's your chance to prove it. Be a good big girl slut for me and bend your slut legs back and hold them so your ankles are on each side of your head. I want to be able to really get at that sloppy cunt and itchy little poo hole of yours."
As Amy removed her diddling fingers, Jane immediately did as she was told. Soon, her smooth white ass was twitching and squirming. Her last shreds of dignity were all burned away in the hot fire of sexual need. She begged Amy to jill her off right away, but Amy was content to merely slap her ass a few times and pinch her swollen cunt lips.
Then Amy had a good laugh watching her aunt's struggling as she teased Jane's asshole with the tip of her finger once more.
The older woman responded by pressing her tight little sphincter against her niece's fingertip. But Amy just pulled her finger back until Jane moved away. Then back it went to tease and torment, without any sign of release.
Jane began to sob in utter frustration just as Amy began to slap Jane's ass with her open palm and then with a wooden hairbrush taken from her aunt's night stand. When it was all over and Jane lay there sobbing, Amy comforted the broken older woman by promising to torment her just like this daily right here in her very own house.
The thought of what Amy would do to her made Jane's cunt suddenly itch and burn with excitement!
Amy continued to pretend to comfort her aunt. Her fingers ran along Jane's chest, letting her feel the contour of the older woman's heavy breasts. Jane's nipples were hardening. Though she was still very scared of her vicious niece and what she could do if provoked, Jane's body was involuntarily reacting; burning to her niece's teasing fingers until Amy roughly grabbed her aunt's breasts, and smashed them together cruelly.
Jane cried out, pressing the back of her head to the floor but keeping her hands where they were, holding her ankles above her shoulders. Amy pressed the older woman's breasts together harder. The beautiful older woman began to slide away from her across the hard floor. Amy released Jane's tits and grabbed her hair and pulled hard, making Jane slide back toward her again.
"Don't you dare try to get away from me, you slutty cow," Amy screamed out the words.
"P-ple-please, d-don't hurt me any more, Amy. I'll do anything you want, p-please!"
Jane pleaded for all she was worth as Amy kept on grinning menacingly at the now stuttering older woman. All remaining signs of her aunt's once-formidable pride were gone from Jane's face, as tears gushed from her eyes. The young teen girl grinned from ear to ear.
"You're already doing what I want right now, slut!"
Amy began to slap Jane's face with both hands, one slap after the other, with increasing strength. The older woman cried and slowly made as if to let go her ankles and bring her hands up to protect her face. But she never really did try to defend herself from Amy's small, strong hands.
After more than ten slaps Amy stopped, looked down and saw Jane's beautiful legs and bare feet and decided it was time to try another kind of punishment. The young teen ordered her aunt to let go of her legs and plant her feet firmly on the floor. When Jane had done as she was told, Amy stood hovering over her frightened and humiliated aunt and stamped her foot over one of Jane's own feet, pressing hard over the older woman's toes.
As Amy continued to press her foot against the top of Jane's foot, Jane moaned, squeezing her legs together in a futile attempt to remove her foot from her niece's torment. Ravaged by pain, the desperate older woman then suddenly sat up, raised her hands to her niece's calves, and pushed Amy back.
Amy swayed and fell to the floor, while Jane jumped up and raced to the door in a desperate attempt to escape, only to find the door locked and no keys in sight.
Amy stood up and slowly approached her quaking Aunt Jane, who started to step backwards, trying to put distance between herself and Amy.
"It seems you like to play a little rougher than I thought, Aunt Jane slut! Okay, then. I'll give you what you want!"
Amy yelled and grabbed Jane's naked, vulnerable breasts, squeezing them till the older woman's squeals become high pitched and shrill. Amy smirked and asked sweetly if her aunt would be a good girl from now on.
Jane shook her head 'no'.
Amy just squeezed harder, pulling the older woman's breast flesh away from her body till Jane screamed herself hoarse. The humiliated and totally frightened older woman finally nodded her head 'yes' as hard as she could.
Amy took her clawing, crushing hands away from her aunt's tormented breasts. Immediately after releasing Jane's breasts, Amy drove her tiny fist hard into Jane's belly, leaving the older woman arched and breathless in the center of the room. After that, Amy stood behind the older woman and gave her a violent kick in her exposed ass, making her aunt land solidly on the hard floor, knocking the breath out of her.
Amy then took a moment to survey the humiliating scene before her. Her formerly strong and self-assured aunt was now lying on the floor. Jane's legs were slightly spread allowing the dominating girl a peek at the puffy lips of her pussy.
"Is that rough enough for you, bitch?" Amy jeered down at her victim before kicking the older woman's cunt with her naked foot, making Jane's legs spread wider, revealing all her intimate places.
Jane cried out at the intense pain her niece's rough handling was causing. The older woman lay on the floor struggling with the terror that gripped her. Her legs frictioned against the floor in a vain attempt to give herself enough purchase to stand up. Nothing helped, however, as the older woman lay there panting and glassy eyed, praying for the pain to end.
But Jane's torment was far from over as far as wicked little Amy was concerned. The young girl grabbed the older woman and spun Jane upside down on the floor, extending and pinning her arms with her knees. Once she held Jane firmly in this trapped position, Amy grabbed the older woman's breasts. Then she leaned far forward, letting her weight rest on the older woman's tender breasts.
"You must really love what I'm doing to you, Aunt Jane. I can see it in your eyes."
Jane shook her head vigorously, but she couldn't deny the dampness that was seeping down her right thigh, the dampness Amy's rough treatment was creating.
"No, Amy," Jane pleaded. "I don't like it at all. It hurts."
The young girl smirked down at her submissive aunt.
"No, sweetie. You like it. You like it because you know you deserve it. You deserve it because I'm better than you are."
Jane just lay there, thinking. Was it true? Was Amy better than her, and did she really deserve to be treated this way by her young niece?
Amy saw her chance for total victory. "Well, let me put it to you this way, Aunt Jane. Who is the more powerful woman here, right this minute?"
The young girl smiled knowingly. Jane was trapped by her niece's weight on her and she damn well knew it.
"I am, even though I'm only a young teenager and you're a grown up woman." Jane blushed in shame and humiliation.
"Who is making you do all these nasty, sexy things right now?" Jane lowered her eyes in shame.
"You are, Amy."
"That's right, Aunt Jane. So then, logically, who has all the power in this relationship?" Jane began to shed big, wet tears.
"You do, Amy."
"Who then, logically, is the superior in this relationship?"
"You are, Amy."
"And who is the inferior?"
"Me, Amy."
Amy smiled wickedly. "I'm glad you're accepting it, Aunt Jane. I'm better than you. Don't you think so now that you understand the reality of your situation?"
Jane sighed "Y-yes Amy."
"Yes Amy, what?"
"Yes Amy, you are better than me."
"I am far superior to you, Aunt Jane. You should be honored to be lying here bare ass naked on your own floor with me on top of you like this. You should be honored to be lying right here under me just where you belong. And you are going to do anything and everything I tell you from now on. Don't think for a moment you're not."
Jane still had that questioning look in her eye that encouraged young Amy to speak further.
"Well, Aunt Jane. I am your superior. You yourself just said so. You should just naturally do as I say, surely. Surely I needn't have to spell it out for you?"
Jane's tears continued to fall because she knew deep down that what Amy had said was true.
"As an inferior being, you should always obey me. At the drop of a hat, you should do what I say. For I am better than you are, Aunt Jane. Always remember that." Jane could not think of one good reason to argue the point any longer.
"Yes, Amy."
"Hmm. I'm getting tired of just 'Amy'. From now on, you will always call me Miss Amy".
Oh god, oh god, Jane's mind was racing. Did her sex hunger give her any other choice than to obey? "Yes, Miss Amy."
"And I will call you what I like, dear old slutty Aunt Jane, anything at all."
"Yes, Miss Amy."
Amy smiled, looking down at her submissive victim. "Whenever I address you from now on, you shall answer 'Yes, Miss Amy.' Is that clear?"
"Yes, Miss Amy."
Amy gave her aunt a dirty little laugh.. "Is that clear, whore?"
"Yes, Miss Amy."
"Is that clear, bitch."
"Yes, Miss Amy."
"Is that clear, slut."
"Yes, Miss Amy." "Okay whore, now, since you are so inferior to me, and you said you will do whatever I want from now on, I think it would humiliate the hell out of you to tell me about all the things you want to consume from my tuff little body." Jane shuddered in humiliation as she considered her nieces' cruel words. Yet, the thought of licking, and drinking, and even eating the things her niece's young, dominating body produced made her gush just a little in her pussy. As she considered things further, her mind began to force a different personality upon the once so self- assured woman. "Miss Amy," Jane began. There was almost a little girl lisp in her tone.
"Your little girl whore loves you, Miss Amy. She's gonna do whatever you say 'cause she loves you lots and lots. She's gonna ask you pretty please if she can lick your little girl pookie and get it all sticky for you. She's gonna look up at you and beg you to let her put her little lips against your yummy pookie where you pee pee and drink you all up like a good little girl. She's gonna lean in real close and whisper that she wants you to let her lick you where you poo poo, too. giggle, giggle. Then, really shy and scared you might get mad at her, she's gonna blush and ask you real soft if you would poo poo just a little for her while she was licking you where you poo poo so she could taste just a little of what your yummy poo poo tasted like." Amy's eyes widened as her aunt continued her declamation. The young girl hadn't realized just how far she had pushed her aunt into total degradation and submissiveness, or how quickly. This was going to be so much fun. "Well, Aunt Janey," the young girl said. "So far, so good. Now tell me more." Jane blushed all the way down to her breasts and continued.
"little Janey whore would beg and beg you to let some really mean little girls you know come over my house and play with me, and put their little fists deep inside my hungry pookie and make me cry, and cry, and slap my face and slap my boobies and pinch my nipples and pull my hair and make me lick their pookies and drink their pee pee, and laugh at me for being such a subby little whore, and, and, and do all kinds of scary things to me." "Would you do that for Janey girl, Miss Amy?" Amy nodded her head slowly. "Yes, Janey girl, I would do all that for you." Amy raised up off her submissive Aunt, knowing now that she had won everything. "Yes, Amy girl. It makes me very wet to hear you talk like that to me and to ask me to do things like that to you. I love it when my little whore aunt is unashamed in her cravings for all of my body and all that comes out of it. Do you want to lick up all my girl sweat too, cunt?" Jane nodded her head enthusiastically. "Yes, oh yes, Miss Amy. All your sweat, too." Amy moved completely off her aunt and lay beside the totally broken older woman. "I do so love how you want to love me, Aunt Jane, and I love you in return; all of you, your soul and all your nastiness." Jane wriggled in sublime happiness at her niece's words. She wanted Amy to love her. That would make all the pain, humiliation, and degradation worthwhile. "Aunt Jane, my little subby whore, I shall welcome your hungry lips on my tiny rose. But I want to be real nasty with you because I know you want it that way and have you call it my shit hole from now on, because that is what it is, right? So tell me, whore, how much you are going to love my shit hole, how you are going to love to love to make out with it and French kiss it just as though it were my mouth. Yes, Aunt Jane. I like that thought a lot of you French kissing that sexy shit hole of mine. Now, tell me all about it whore." Jane felt herself slipping down the ladder of total degradation. And she just couldn't wait to hit bottom. "Miss Amy. I will kiss your yummy shit hole like it was the first girl I ever kissed, with all the shy love wanting to know more and more. I will French kiss your shit hole like the first time I kissed a grown woman, with wanton hunger and wanting more, more, more. I want to be Miss Amy's little girl so bad, so bad." Jane looked over pleadingly at her niece.
"Did I do good, Miss Amy? Did I?" Amy just sat there smiling sweetly to herself for a second. Then she replied. "Oh yes, Aunt Jane. That was very nice, very nice. Hearing you say those things to me has made me very, very wet. You have such a way with words, dear Aunt Jane. I love the way you talked about French kissing my divine shit hole, with a passion that is genuine. You did very, very well and I can't wait to hear more. I'm so glad you want to be my slutty little girl. You certainly are becoming my little slut whore, for sure."
Jane lay back on the hard floor and sighed contentedly. Amy wanted her and Amy would take care of her, and Amy would make her do all sorts of things she had always wanted to do.
Her headache was almost gone, now.
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