Date: Sat, 3 Aug 2013 10:08:11 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jane Parks <janeparkshot@yahoo.com>
Subject: Amy's Submissive Aunt 3

Amy's Submissive Aunt, 3

Jane Parks and Amy Hart (who stole what they needed)
(f/F, humil.)

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events herein are based on real people, either living or dead.  It was
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As she lay there naked and vulnerable on her floor while her
fifteen-year-old niece Amy teasingly poked, probed, and prodded her
wriggling body, Jane was in a frenzy as she wrestled with herself.  On the
one hand, she knew deep in her soul that Amy was both evil and vicious, and
really cared not at all for her, but only did what she was doing with her
fingers to torment the older woman and to prove her own superiority to her
wanton aunt.  It was humiliating to the n'th degree to just lie there all
aquiver and allow the young girl to possess her body totally.  On the other
hand, it felt so right to give in to this little vixen and surrender to
her, both her hungry body and her sex-famished and submissive will.

Amy glanced down at her aunt and could plainly see the struggle warring
inside the older woman by the pained expression on her sweat-streaked face.

"Oh you silly, slut," Amy said in a chiding voice.

"How many times do I have to prove it to you that this is just exactly what
you want from me from the deepest part of your soul?"

Jane shuddered as Amy's scathing, scolding words resonated against her
confused thoughts while the girl's fingers slyly and insistently coaxed and
cajoled.

"Now, go on and admit it to yourself, dear, sweet, Aunt Jane.  You know you
have been checking me out ever since I started visiting you here two years
ago.  And you've been letting me get away with murder when I've been here.
Ordering you around.  Making you get me things and give me foot rubs, and
stuff. Letting your hungry eyes look down my top and up my skirt when you
thought I didn't notice.  I've known for a long time what a pervy little
subby cunt you are."

Jane knew right then she should say something to try to argue away the
cruel things her niece was saying about her.  She knew deep down that she
should find the strength somehow to order the fifteen-year-old girl out of
her house right this very minute.

But she didn't do anything of the kind, of course. She didn't do anything
at all.  She didn't even move, or speak, or breathe, hardly at all.  Amy's
slender fingers continued unrestrained to rove over her aunt's quivering
body, and Jane just lay there, blushing and sweating, and sobbing just a
little in the back of her throat.

Then, shyly, Jane looked up at her niece, and the sight of the pert curves
of the young girl's adorable breasts just where they separated one from the
other mesmerized the older woman as if she'd been hypnotized. When Amy
slowly leaned over so that her soft, creamy breasts and their taut pink
nipples brushed the older woman's face, Jane thought she actually gasped
out loud at the sight before her eyes.  Amy kept that pose for a few
seconds, and that superior grin of hers never left her face.  Jane
diffidently leaned her head up and gave her niece's breast a shy little
kiss.  Amy giggled.

"I think that just about settles that, now doesn't it, Aunt Jane?" Amy
asked as she leaned back and looked down at the older woman with triumph
beaming her face.

Jane shyly nodded then, acknowledging the accuracy of her niece's words.

Then the older woman whispered.

"If you knew all that about me, Miss Amy, why have you been teasing me for
the past two years if you don't... want me?"

Jane asked her niece the question boldly, both her shame and lewd hunger
obvious in her voice.

Amy smirked her best little teen queen smirk.

"Because it always amused me to tease you, Aunt Jane.  You were always
trying to play like the big girl adult who was on top of everything; who
always had her shit together.  And because I have become interested in
having a... kind of relationship with you for some time, now: but I just
decided to do something about it only today."

Jane shivered as she made bold to ask the next question.

"What kind of a relationship did you want with me, Miss Amy."

Amy sighed as if it all were just so evident and Jane was just too stupid
for even asking.

"Why Mistress Amy and Love Slave Jane, of course.  Don't you love me enough
to be my slutty little love slave, Auntie dear?"

Jane began to cry hot tears of understanding.  She knew Amy was correct.
She did love the cruel young teen girl that much, and she despised herself
for it.

Amy saw the tears of humiliation and degradation welling out of her aunt's
eyes and she knew now with absolute certainty that she could exploit her
Aunt Jane's submissive love addiction to her as much as she desired.  She
could literally destroy the older woman with it if she wanted to.  She was
certain that she could compel her aunt to do anything she wished.  She
could use her Aunt Jane's anxiety that grew from her not knowing where she
stood with her niece and the emotional pain that resulted from that state
of affairs to her own cruel advantage.  Every time Amy toyed with the older
woman, Jane would become even more desperate to know whether or not Amy
might someday reciprocate her affection.  Jane would always try her very
best to be Amy's good little girl love slave.

As she looked up at her niece, Jane knew just as surely that if she could
just be allowed to worship Amy's incredible young body, she would do
anything.  Anything.  Jane knew it as clearly as she knew her own name.
She knew she would do whatever Amy told her.  And while she was totally
confused about the 'why' of her new subservience, Jane was completely aware
that she had become truly powerless to confront the smirking little girl.
She was powerless to tell Amy she wanted to stop looking at her.  She was
powerless to stop embarrassing herself in front of her young niece.

Amy looked her aunt in the eye and could clearly see that the older woman
was now suddenly helpless against the wanton influence of her young body..
"Yes." Amy bit out the word.  "Your little-girl-hungry pussy and your
hopeless love addiction for sweet, little me have given me permission to do
anything I want with you, and I plan to take your soppy snatch up on it."
Jane turned her face toward her young teen tormentor.  Her eyes were full
of hot tears of embarrassment but a twinge of sexual excitement was
nibbling at her loins, burning, itching, wanting. She felt the strength and
self assurance of her adulthood slipping away to be replaced by the
desperate longings of a little girl to be taken care of and saved from the
responsibilities of deciding things for herself.  "Yes Miss Amy.  I belong
to Miss Amy from now on," Jane lisped the words in a tremulous, little girl
voice.  "Good.  Because I want to play with you all by myself for a while,
just like you were my slutty little baby doll.  And I want it right now."
Amy grabbed Jane by the back of the neck and lifted the older woman roughly
from the floor.  Then, the young girl lost all restraint.  She wanted more
than anything now to run amok and have her way with her submissive aunt.
She reached out and grabbed Jane's soppy crotch.  Getting a good grip, she
began to squeeze and twist.  "Owwwwwwww, owwwwwwww." Jane cried.  "Please
stop, Miss Amy.  That hurts."  Amy continued squeezing, clutching, and
twisting Jane's pussy until the older woman fell back to the floor,
screaming.  "So you want me to stop, huh, bitch?"  "Yessssss, Miss Amy.
Please, oh please."  "What will you do for me if I stop, whore?"
"Owwwwwwwww.  Anything, Miss Amy.  I'll do anything for you.  Just stop
hurting me," Jane whimpered and simpered like a scared little girl.  "OK."
Amy suddenly let go of the older woman's slit and allowed her to writhe
around on the floor for a while as she tried to come back to himself.
"Well, Auntie dear?" the young girl said with an evil edge to her voice.
"What do you want me to do," the older woman pleaded, her voice trembling,
but her loins burning with expectation.  SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP.  "I'm
sorry, Miss Amy.  What do you want me to do, Miss Amy?"  Amy looked at
Jane's breasts ravenously.  The young teen girl was just itching to suckle
and bite the older woman's pendent breasts.  She reached out her hand and
began to slide it along the side of the older woman's body.  When she got
to her belly, she couldn't resist pinching her little roll of fat.  Then
she gently stuck her pinkie finger into Jane's cute bellybutton.  The young
girl pushed her exploring finger against her aunt's bellybutton so
demandingly that Jane cringed away from her and squealed.  At the first
touch of Amy's finger there, Jane had sucked in her breath while she felt
the overpowering stirrings of lewd sexual interest deep inside her. The
pain the girl was giving her warred with the hunger, and the hunger won, of
course.  She was slowly getting over the shock of confessing her hungry
need for her fifteen-year-old niece and trying to get used to her new
situation.  Amy's insistent hand playing with her body was distracting more
than she cared to admit.  Amy moved her warm exploring hand on down the
older woman's body to her fluid-drenched pussy.  Her puffy labia shed
sticky little droplets of mucus. Amy tingled all over at the though of what
devilish things she had planned for this woman's defenseless and hungry
slit.  "Well, slut," Amy spat out the words.  "Are you my little girl Love
Slave Aunt Jane from now on?"  Jane nearly screamed out her reply.
"Yesssss, Miss Amy! I will do whatever you say from now on in this
house. What do you want from me?"

"What I want, dear Aunt Jane, is for you to voluntarily agree to be my
submissive little aunt slut from right this minute until I get tired of you
and spit you out. I want you to please me totally, sexually and every other
way I can think of. I want you to surrender your will to me completely. I
want you to give me free access to your nasty little body at any time to do
any little sick perverted thing I want to do. Is that clear enough for you,
bitch slut?"

Jane's pulse was going a mile a minute. She was so scared, but Amy's words
had also gotten her so very turned on.

"Well Aunt Jane, do you agree?"

"Yes, Miss Amy, I agree!" Jane almost lost it totally as she envisioned
what her new life was going to be like from now on.

 "Then why don't you beg me for it like the nasty little Aunt Jane Sex
Slave slut you really are?"

Jane just lay there like a deer in the headlights.

"Come on, Aunt Jane," Amy taunted quietly, now ever so sure that she was
finally winning the battle of wills.

"You know you want to." The young girl whispered tauntingly, and Jane
allowed the nasty, sick sensations brought on by Amy's words and Amy's
hands wash over her. She knew that if she begged just right, Amy would take
complete control of her from now on, and she could let go and be what she
had always been meant to be: her niece's willing, complicit, submissive
little baby girl aunt slut.

"Please, Amy. Please make me do anything you want me to. Please take charge
of me. Please take me under your control. Please, please, oh please."

Jane's words sounded that the hysterical pleadings of some little girl lost
delivered in that tremulous lisp she had used earlier.

"That's my sick little girl," Amy cooed as she caressed and fondled her
submissive aunt's body. Then Amy's voice suddenly became harsh and
insistent, as were her hands. She roved all over Jane's breasts, squeezing,
crushing.

"No. Please, please stop hurting me." Jane cried aloud, suddenly acutely
aware of the dire pain her young niece was causing her.

Amy slapped her hard on the cheek.

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP.

"Don't you ever say 'no' to me, ever again, slut."

 Jane slumped back to the floor, stark terror written all over her face.

"You're the only one I'm interested in right now, bitch. Yes, I want to own
you body and soul, its true, and it seems from what you just agreed to that
I now do own you, whether you like it or not.  I have some really sick
little pervy plans laid on for you. I just adore making a slut like you do
the nasty. Won't that be just peachy, huh?"

"Please don't hurt me any more." Jane was sobbing again.

"WHAT DO YOU SAY TO ME?"

Jane panicked at the sound of Amy's threatening words and harsh tone of
voice. She lowered her head in fearful resignation to her fate.

"WHAT DO YOU SAY TO ME?"

 "Yes, Miss Amy. That will be peachy for you to bring me down and break me
in the bargain."

Seeing that she had indeed won the battle and had broken her aunt's will
completely, Amy began to list the parts of her aunt's body that now
belonged to her.

"And are these udder/titties I see hanging down from your cow body mine to
do anything I want to with." Amy persisted.

At this last question, Jane felt a stinging pang of fear. What did Amy have
in her perverse mind? What were her plans?.

 "What do you mean, Miss Amy?" Jane dared to look sheepishly up at Amy and
pleaded.

"Well, sometimes I mean this." Amy hissed as she reached back her hand and
slapped Jane's left breast with enough force to almost roll her across the
floor.

 "Or this." Amy slapped poor, frightened Jane's other breast.

"Or any other damn thing I want to." Amy was now shouting into Jane's beet
red face.

"Is that absolutely clear to you, you big, stupid cow?"

"Yes. Oh yes." Jane gasped in utter terror and not inconsiderable pain from
her niece's powerful slaps.

"Yes, what?" insisted Amy.

"Yes, Miss Amy. My breasts are yours. All yours to do anything you want
with them."

Hugh ears were back in Jane's eyes.  The older woman still felt the pain of
Amy's slaps, but she had to admit to herself that she also felt turned on;
quite turned on in fact. Amy could see it in the hungry gleam of her eyes.

"Did you like what I just did to your big old udders, Aunt Jane?"

Jane's lisping reply caught in her teeth. She did not want to admit to her
niece that pain turned her on.

"Well, did you?"

"Yes, Miss Amy, I liked what you just did."

Jane's eyes welled up with raindrops of humiliation and degradation.

"So you like a little pain with your humiliation, Aunt Jane, as well as the
pleasure my cunning little fingers give you?"

Jane could not stop the words from escaping.

"Yes, I like pain."

Jane groaned lasciviously and wriggled.

"If YOU give it to me, Miss Amy."

Jane lowered her eyes in abject shame once she had made this telling
confession to her young niece.

She didn't want it to be like this, not at all. But she didn't seem to have
any choice in the matter. Her body's craving overarched everything else.

"You're such a pain slut, aren't you, Aunt Jane?"

"Yes, Miss Amy. I am!"

"Well, isn't that convenient for you, because I like giving little big
girls like you pain. I like it a lot."

"Aren't we a great pair." gloated Amy as she pinched the underside of her
aunt's soft breast.

"Yes, Miss Amy," Jane whimpered through gritted teeth.

And Jane knew deep inside that it was the absolute truth.


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