I didn't know if it was a wise idea to go home with a stranger, but Anne had hurt me, and I had ruined Helen's dress, and if I was honest with myself, all I wanted was something intense to take my thoughts away from reality for a while. The sound of the key turning in the door's lock promised that intensity, and I felt excitement bubble up inside.
I was pushed inside before I could think about taking a step and almost ended up on my knees. Helen turned on the light, and after blinking a few times, I found myself in a big, square room with doors on every side. One of the doors was open, and to my horror, a woman at least as old as Helen stood there, with her grey hair standing awkwardly in all directions, clad only in a long terry-cloth bathrobe and watching me with disdain.
"I see, you brought home another one of those young sluts," she hissed.
"You don't have to care about it," Helen responded not any friendlier, "it's between me and John what I do and don't do."
"This is my house as well, don't forget that."
"As if I could."
I was frozen on the step, listening to the two women's scornful argument and trying to cover my nudity with my arms and hands as good as I could.
"Keep going." Helens hand pushed me forward again, right at who had to be her sister-in-law and who didn't move from her position in the door frame, so I ended up bouncing against her bony body.
I winced, even more so when her hand shot out and grabbed my shoulder painfully. "Slut!" The word was like a whiplash, almost driving tears into to my eyes. But she wasn't done with me. Before I could realize what was happening, she spat at my face, a huge drop of spittle hitting me next to the eye. I lifted my hand to wipe it away, but she caught it and spat at me again. And again.
It was the most demeaning thing that had ever happened to me. Still it got worse when her hand snaked down between my legs and gripped my pussy.
"Does this make you hot? Helen's sluts love to be humiliated, or so she tells me. Are you one of them?"
Truth was, something about the treatment, about the way she took control of me in a few seconds, did stir the heat that had already been building between my legs all evening, even though I was dying with shame and repulsion.
She pushed me away, but my back instantly made contact with Helen's body, or I would have fallen down. She held me by my upper arms though, and when I tried to lift them, she pushed them down again.
"Have fun," Margaret hissed and turned around, walked down a narrow corridor and vanished into one of the rooms.
"Sorry for that," Helen said, but I could hear that she didn't really mean it, "she's always like that. But lets not think about her."
She guided me through the door and had me make a quick turn to the left, not allowing me to wipe her sister-in-law's spit from my face. A stone staircase ran down into the basement. I wasn't sure it was a good idea to walk into a stranger's basement, but what other options did I have? So I hesitantly put one foot before the other and was soon standing in front of a padded door opposite the stair. My heart thumped while I waited for Helen to unlock it.
When it finally opened, my breathing stopped. I wanted to turn in fright, but I was frozen like a deer in the headlights. The huge room resembled a medieval torture chamber more than anything else, with stocks and ropes and iron rings and pulleys everywhere. To the side even stood a wooden horse like I had once seen at an old castle, only freshly polished and glistening in the dim light of the bulbs interspersed over the ceiling.
Another shove had me stand inside the room and the door swung shut with a resounding click. I spun around and realized that it didn't have a handle, just small number pad embedded in the wall next to it. I stared at Helen with frightened eyes.
She just smiled back and took a step towards me, which made me back away. It quickly became a play, she took one step towards me, I took one backwards. Until my back came up hard against one the wooden posts, that is, and I was quickly caught between it and Helen's body, my chin almost level with her cleavage.
My head swiveled around, looking for a way out. But her hands captured my cheeks and she forced me to look at her face.
"I know this looks frightening, and the vulnerable look in your eyes makes you all the prettier," she whispered, "but if you are a nice little girl and follow Auntie's orders without hesitation, I'll go easy on you when its time for the punishment."
That put me a bit at ease. She sounded truthful, and I knew that I would anything to ensure she would lighten my punishment. I dreaded to imagine the kind of torture she could inflict in this room.
"Now be a good little niece and undress your aunt."
I nodded after a second. She turned around and I pulled down the zipper on her dress, fumbling a bit until I got it down all the way. She didn't move a muscle, so I had to brush the fabric over her shoulders and slide it down her arms. When she stepped out of it and exposed her pale body, I just stood there, not knowing what to do with it, staring at her, at the thigh-high sheer stocking and the contrasting, frumpy cotton stockings and bra.
"Fold it," she snapped, "dumb slut, and put it onto the counter."
I hurried to follow the order and made sure to fold it without wrinkling it, putting it onto the counter that ran along one of the walls. Then I was back in front of her.
"Now take off Auntie's bra."
She wasn't massively built there, but her breasts appeared to be a nice C-cup. My clumsy fingers managed to part the snaps at the front and pushed the cups to the sides, which made them sag quite a bit.
This time, she shrugged off the garment on her own. I learned why when she cupped the back of my head with her hand and guided it to one of her big, puffy areolas.
"Aren't they beautiful?" she asked, false sweetness in her voice.
I had to play the game. "Yes, Aunt Helen, they are."
"Would you like to kiss them?"
No, my mind screamed. I don't want to kiss them! They are saggy and wrinkly and I don't like you! Instead I used my sweetest girly voice. "Yes, please may I kiss them, Auntie?"
