Auntie Evie

I'm a bad girl. I'm a very bad girl. You don't have to take my word for it. Just ask my maid. She was just a college girl when I first got my naughty little hands on her. It was well past midnight when I strolled into my corner store for a snack. The store was empty save for us and the cashier. She was in the back near the freezers humming along with her airpods. It was clear she was looking for some ice cream.

I pretended to do the same. I kept my eyes on the counter. I knew the cashier on duty. He would be off to the storeroom to get high in 3... 2... 1...

In a matter of seconds, I had slipped the ballgag from my purse and into her mouth. I then quickly ziptied her arms together behind her back and her legs together. In less than a minute I had gagged her, bound her, thrown her over my shoulder and left with a box of popsicles to boot.

I spent the night rubbing those popsicles over her nipples. She spent the night naked and strapped to the back of my bedroom door by leather straps spreading her out like an X. I left the gag in place. There might have been some fingering and eating out too. She fought me at first but my sunrise it was clear she loved it. So much so that she never complained that the night grew into a week of sexual slavery. She jumped at the chance to be my maid and live with me for all these years.

Still not convinced? Ask my butler. We worked out in the same gym. I was trying to stay fit. He was a bodybuilder. A bodybuilder I needed under my body. I set it up carefully. I slipped the L-Cart into the support closet no one ever used. I chose a rainy day when I knew we'd have the place mostly to ourselves.

As he worked out by the mirror, shirtless of course, I slipped up next to him. I rubbed his shoulders and kissed his neck.

"Hey baby."

"Well, hello there."

"Baby, I'm so horny right now."

"Maybe I can fix that."

"I made sure of it."

I stuck the syringe into his neck and applied the paralytic. I made sure to use the fastest acting version I could. His body locked up as my loving arms gripped him tight. I dragged him into the closet and onto the L-Cart which I had topped with a mattress. Grabbing the scissors, I stashed I cut away his clothes. I pulled off my pants and mounted him. I pounded that slab of man-meat into two strength stealing orgasms before redressing. I strapped him down with some furniture straps and covered him with a tarp before walking away with my prize.

It took three months to break him. He now loves me as deeply as my maid. They do whatever I ask. Whatever I order. They are mine. I tell you all this so you know why I had to do what I did.

I grew up in foster care. I was close to my foster sister Emily. We lived together for years, acting like real sisters. I was even godmother to her son Freddie. It was about then we had our falling out. She didn't approve of me kidnapping lovers. She wanted to keep Freddie as far from that kind of stuff as possible. We haven't spoken since.

It was a boring rainy day. Wearing only a thin robe and lacy nightie I sat on the couch. On the TV I watched video feed from the basement I converted into a dungeon. My butler was strapped naked to an X-Cross. My maid was raping him. Someone knocked on my door. I flipped off the TV.

"Who could that be?"

I threw the door open. The cutest boy I had ever seen in my life was on the porch, soaked. His baby face told me he was just out of high school. His tight, muscular little body told me he was a man ripe for the picking. A gift from heaven.

"Can I help you?"

"Auntie Evie?"

Auntie? The only person who called me that was...

"Freddie?"

"I had a fight with Mom and left home. Can I crash with you for a while?"

Freddie stood there on my porch, shivering. His tight white shirt was sticking to his surprisingly fit little body in a way that made me wet as well. For the first time in my life, I thought of my godson as a man and not a boy. As a man that made him prey.

"Can I come in?"

"Of course."

I stepped aside and let him in. I made sure to close and lock the door behind him. As he walked to the couch I watched his cute little ass. The feeling I was having downstairs was so wrong.

"Yes it is."

A little angel version of me appeared on my shoulder. What can I say? I watched too many old cartoons as a kid.

"No way sister."

A naked little red demon appeared next to her.

"Put some clothes on," the angel snapped.

"I'd rather rip yours off."

"Heathen."

"Prude."

"He is family," the angel told me.

"Not by blood."

"By nurture. You helped care for him as a child. You were his second mother. You know this is crossing a line."

"A fun line..."

The angel tackled the demon and the two wrestled. She fired ropes of golden light which bound the buxom devil and gagged her.

"Care for the boy. Nothing more."

"Auntie Evie? Are you ok?"

I shook my head and looked over at Freddie on the couch. God, how long had I been daydreaming?

"I'm fine, sweetie, just thinking. Go take a shower, get warmed up. Leave your clothes by the door. I'll wash them up for you."

"Thank you."

"No problem."

While he was gone she turned on the tv and switched off the live feed. She was going to have to be on her best behavior. Maybe not best, but good. With that, the ropes binding the devil began to loosen.

After a good meal, the two were ready for bed.

"I don't have a spare bedroom set up yet. I'll have to do that tomorrow."

"That's fine. I'll sleep on the couch."

"Nonsense. It's too drafty in here."

And he might hear the slaves downstairs if conditions were right.

"You can sleep with me tonight."

She smiled at her wicked little joke. The ropes slipped a little more.

"That's... that's not necessary," Freddie said, blushing.

"It's also not optional."

She took his arm and led him into the bedroom. The bed was surprisingly small Freddie noted. Auntie Evie must not have a lot of company in it. He blushed and felt bad for the crude thought. And for the boner it produced.

Slipping under the covers the fit was so tight I was holding him tight against me. His head was laying on my tits.

"Comfy?"

"Sure," he squeaked.

The weakness it channeled made mewet. The ropes were off. Exhaustion took over before too long and Freddie was out. It took me a little longer. Though when I did I was gifted with an amazing sight.

The angel and the demon were on a waterbed. Both looked like her. The angel was more ladylike, dressed in a flowing white gown with golden wings. The demon's skin was blood red with jet black hair with little red horns popping out. A long tail with a spiked end grew out from just above her exposed ass. All of her curvy body was laid bare for the world to see. She was not posed, not in control. She was lustful and ravenous.

"Stay back!" the frightened angel shouted.

The demon didn't speak she just tackled the angel to bed and kissed her. There was no love in the gesture, just predation. Her long forked tongue forced its way into her foes mouth and suppressed her own as she masterfully drowned her in erotic pleasure. She gripped the angel's robe and ripped it to shreds.

She grabbed both of the angel's tits in her hands and began mashing, squeezing, teasing the mammaries. Once they were nice and tender she latched onto the nipples with her mouth and began sucking. The tip of the tail slipped between her prey's legs and began to play with her vulnerable woman hood. Which was next for her mouth to assault. The tail entered her ass as she worked.

It was all too much for the angel who came hard and collapsed at the demoness's feet. Acting quickly the demon hogtied her in red ropes and forced a ball gag into her mouth. The demon then looked at me directly.

"This is who you are. You are a predator. That boy is nothing but your pray. His mother kicked you out of their lives. That means he's not family anymore. He's fair game."

"I don't know."

"Just take a taste. What's the worst that could happen?"

I woke with a start. Freddie was still asleep against me. I reached into my bedside table and produced a little oxygen tank filled with sedatives. I placed the mask over his face and let the gas flow. Once I was sure he would not wake before morning I slipped my hand into his pants.

"Just a taste."

I smiled at my godson as he scarfed down the bowl of cereal that was serving as his meager breakfast. I grinned as he yawned about halfway through. I laughed manically after he passed out from the drugs I slipped in. I propped him back up in the chair before sliding it away from the table. He still wore nothing more than the thin pair of boxers he had last night. I had lied about putting the rest of his clothes in the wash. I threw them in the trash. The boxers would be joining them soon enough. The only thing he would be allowed to wear would be my ropes and chains. In due time, in due time.

I couldn't just jump him. He wasn't fully open to the lifestyle yet. He was too naïve. I had to ease him into it. That would wait till he was awake. While he was asleep, I could jump him all I wanted. I straddled him in the chair.

"Freddy? Can you hear me?"

He didn't respond.

"Good."

I felt the bulge in his boxers pressing into my own panties. I was glad I had chosen to keep my nightie on this morning as well. Evie started to hump my godson. No, I needed to stop thinking about him like that. He wasn't that when I stuck my hand down his boxers the night before. Not after that. The moment I knew I had to have him. To keep him. To own him. He was my prey.

I pulled off the nightie, letting my bare titties swing free. Laughing like a wild woman I leaned forward and slapped him across the face with them. Gently, but still. He didn't even flinch. The laughter intensified as I kept up the playful assault. Grabbing them by the sides I rubbed my breasts over his face.

"I'm going to fuck your brains out with these tits," I told him, "and you're going to be begging me to do it. To never stop. And guess what? I never will."