Candice In Suburbia Ch 11

At some point in her life, my Aunt Emma developed a desire to be cruel to me, to sexually objectify me, punish me and watch me suffer. Of course, at this point I had become a sex slave, and I had developed a craving for punishments and humiliation. I think we developed a symbiotic relationship. We never spoke of it, but I think we both understood that each was fulfilling a need that the other had.

My aunt had developed a friendship with a wealthy lady named Susanne. Susanne also enjoyed stripping me naked, objectifying me and hurting me, so, she would pay exorbitant fees to use me as her own personal lesbian sex slave. Of course, my aunt was invited to participate in these sessions where I was cruelly used and abused.

Susanne made plans to take me up to her cabin in the woods. The cabin was up in Campo Verde. I had to get dressed before we left the house, but out in the woods, we were miles away from the nearest paved road, gas station or general store. We weren't in public view anymore. I could strip naked out here and not have to worry about shocking innocent bystanders.

Of course, Anna, Susanne and my Aunt Emma were there. They were all far from innocent. And as I began to unbutton my blouse, Anna, Susanne and my aunt all stared at me. When I had removed my blouse and my bra, Anna took them both and tossed them into the back seat of her car.

My shoes were next and then I squirmed awkwardly out of my skintight jeans. Anna took those from me, and they soon ended up in the back seat of the car as well.

Within a few seconds I had divested myself from most of my clothes, however, Anna acted as if she was somehow disappointed with the speed at which I undressed. My socks and my tiny thong panties were the last items to go, and then I was standing there in the woods, stark naked.

"You look adorable," my aunt said, "It is a shame you cannot always be naked."

Being utterly naked and exposed instantly caused me to feel more submissive and vulnerable. During the drive out to Campo Verde, I felt pretty much like Anna, and I were equals. Once I was naked, I instantly felt as if Anna, Suanne and my Aunt Emma vastly outranked me.

"Thank you, Aunt Emma," I said, feeling an overwhelmingly powerful drop in my authority and social status.

"You'll get your clothes back when Susanne and I are done with you," Aunt Emma commented, "Now, come with me, and I'll show you what sort of festivities I have planned for today."

The ground was covered in wild grasses, weeds, hellebores and the occasional tree root. Walking barefoot and naked through such a scraggly, unkempt wilderness made me feel even more vulnerable and helpless than I did as a naked slave back in my hometown.

Aunt Emma kept a tight grip on my arm as she led me through the tall weeds and towards the cabin. Susanne and Anna followed close behind.

The cabin had a wooden porch that felt rough underneath my bare feet, however, it didn't give me any splinters, so I wasn't going to complain. Built into the porch was a whipping frame. I was told to stand between the vertical posts of the frame, as I was to be bound between them.

I was made to stand between the two vertical posts with my arms and legs spread far apart, and then leather straps were buckled securely around my wrists and ankles. Then my Aunt Emma stood in front of me, brandishing a pair of stainless-steel nipple clips.

"I'm sure you know what these are, don't you, niece?"

I did. I'd felt the cruel jaws of those things on my delicate flesh before and I feared them. I squirmed in my bondage, but no matter how much I squirmed or struggled, I could not get free.

My aunt then leaned forward and began to suck on my nipples, stimulating them and getting them to stand up hard and erect. Of course, the more swollen and erect they were, the more they would hurt when she clamped on those cruel metal jaws. She made a melodramatic production of applying the clips, putting them on, studying the results and then taking them off to adjust them again.

"Aaahhh!"

The pain multiplied as my nipples became more tender. It was like they were being gnawed on by rats. I whimpered, panted and struggled against my restraints. But of course, no matter how much I struggled or strained, there was no way I could free myself.

The maddening pinch of the nipple clamps became so overwhelming I couldn't focus on anything else. And then my aunt proved to me that she could make my suffering even worse.

The way my ankles were bound, my legs were stretched so far apart, my swollen pubic lips indecently on display. My aunt took advantage of that and snapped cruel metal jaws on my exposed labia.

"Aaaaahhhhh!"

My poor pubic lips throbbed with sharp, seething pain along with my poor nipples. Every movement of my hips or intake of breath seemed to make the clips hurt even more. The metal jaws bit into my sensitive, pink flesh and I whimpered and panted and begged my aunt to take them off.

"Oh, I suppose I could," my aunt conceded. "But, if I do that, I'll have to do something with you that's even more fun."

I had no idea what she was talking about, but I was frantic to get the biting pain of the clips off my nipples and my poor, innocent pubic lips. I agreed to do anything she wanted if my aunt would just remove the cruel, biting jaws from my abused pink flesh.

"AAAAAAHHHHHH!"

I screamed when the clips were yanked off. There was a sudden flare of agony as the blood circulation returned to my poor nipples and labia. I panted and whimpered as my aunt explained what was to happen next.

"I've been in correspondence with Princess Bedrohlich. She told me about the sorts of kinky games that can be done with pixies and naked slaves. I was intrigued, so I made a deal with her to have some pixies immigrate to Campo Verde, so they could be used for some naughty fun."

"Pixies?"

During my time in Verborgen, I'd encountered pixies. They were fae creatures that look like humans, only they have dragonfly-like wings and they're much smaller than humans. Their small size makes them look harmless, but they can be mischievous and vexing creatures.

"This is honey," my aunt explained as she held up a glass jar, "Pixies adore honey. Once I smear some of this on your body, the smell will attract them, and they'll be all over you."

I squirmed nervously and my aunt poured a dollop of honey onto one of my nipples, followed by another generous blob of honey on my other nipple. Then my aunt used her fingers to smear honey all over my swollen pubic lips and even forced some of the thick syrupy liquid into my defenseless vagina.

I trembled and gave my aunt a plaintive look. I knew what was coming next and I felt waves of fear and anxiety washing over me. She showed no pity and just continued to work her fingers inside of me and smeared honey across my sex lips, my perineum and inside my pussy.

Attracted by the scent of honey, the pixies zeroed in on me and landed on my naked body to lick the honey off the most private parts of my anatomy.

"Aaahhh! Ohh!"

It started off with just three of them, but gradually more and more flying things were attracted to the sweetness and soon a great many of them were swarming my private parts. Tiny wings, hands and mouths crawling over my skin made me tremble and want to scream.

I thrashed and strained against the leather restraints holding my body, but they'd been buckled securely around my wrists and ankles. I could not free myself.

"This is so much fun," my aunt said with a smile. "You were already beautiful naked and bound. And as the pixies lick the honey off your nipples and the folds of your pubic lips, the way you react to their little tongues will make you even more beautiful."

I didn't understand the question at first. Being naked, helpless and covered with tiny creatures with wings was a humiliation that I never thought I would have to endure, and it didn't occur to me that it would be anything other than awkward and demeaning.

"Their tongues are small," my Aunt Emma explained to Susanne, "but as they industriously lick away at my niece's nipples and her pink, swollen sex, the helpless girl will have a multitude of orgasms."

"How exciting," Susanne exclaimed, and she watched wide-eyed as an army of tiny tongues licked away at the most sensitive areas of my body. It was horribly embarrassing to have a prurient audience as I gasped and writhed my way to an orgasm while tiny fae creatures swarmed all over my naked body, however, there was nothing I could do to stop it.

The tiny humanoids landed carefully on my naked chest and within my widespread legs. They discovered layers of honey on my inflamed pubic lips, my swollen clit and my conspicuously erect nipples. More than half a dozen worked vigorously to remove every bit of honey from my naked skin and in response, my sex throbbed with hungry spasms.

Six or seven or eight hungry, small mouths eagerly licked and feasted upon the erogenous zones of my body, and I was ashamed by the knowledge that my nipples were growing harder, and my pussy was throbbing urgently as the little pests continued to lick me.

"Aaahhh! Aaahhh! Oh! Ohh! Ohhhhhh!"

Being licked all over while bound and naked felt like rape, but I was embracing my delicious feelings of helplessness and savoring the erotic sensations as my orgasm began building. I moved my hips and pelvis in a lewd shameless manner as my Aunt Emma, Susanne and even Anna watched. They all gazed upon my helpless nudity with great interest as I gasped and squirmed and felt a potent orgasm building up inside of me.

"This is great fun," Susanne said to my aunt, "The way she's naked, squirming, gasping and panting; I've never seen a more openly libidinous display."

"She's putting on quite a performance," my aunt agreed. "Since she's become a slave, she's truly embraced her sluttiness."

I wanted to object to them talking about me like that, but it was a struggle to form words at all. My head was reeling, and my body was feverish and overstimulated. Everything was a blur, and it was difficult to focus on any sort of coherent thought. I squirmed, moaned and gasped as tiny tongues licked me all over. Wave after agonizing wave of desire coursed through me as I was licked all over. Even thinking was difficult. It seemed all I could do was moan and groan and writhe.

My aunt continued to coat my naked body with honey and kept the pixies interested in me. At some point the number of flying tormentors increased to a dozen. All of them happily licked my naked body with their tiny tongues and their licking was punctuated with the occasional bite from sharp, small teeth.

"Aaaaahhhhh!"

I let out a startled yelp each time I was bit, much to the delight of my audience. They were greatly entertained by any sounds of distress that escaped my lips and the more I suffered, the more their eyes would widen and gleam with a dark, sadistic sort of enjoyment.

My first orgasm was a humiliating thing that caused my hips and pelvis to writhe in a shameless, libidinous manner. My movements were pornographic, as were the moans and intense, feminine screams that escaped my lips.

My Aunt Emma watched me with undisguised prurient interest as I panted, gasped and writhed my way to orgasm. I was naked, bound outdoors with my wrists and ankles far apart, being ogled by my aunt and her friend as I reached climax. I hung my head low and felt utterly shamed.

But my cruel, sadistic aunt didn't stop after I reached just one orgasm. No, after my body ceased shuddering from my first orgasm, she decorated my naked body with another generous coating of honey, thus inciting the pixies to feast and drive me into a sexual frenzy once more, and I was driven to sexual climax again and again with explosions of orgasmic ecstasy.

My aunt's eyes were wide with rapt interest as she stared at my bound, naked, sweaty body. My breasts heaved up and down as I panted and tried to recover from multiple orgasms and she inquired, "Did you enjoy that, dear? I know I did."

I panted and gasped and sagged in my bonds. I was naked in the woods and tied with my legs spread indecently far apart and my aunt watching like a pervert every time I reached climax. The whole thing was shameful and obscene. It's like I wasn't a human being anymore. I was just a naked, trembling, mindless sex slave, experiencing endless orgasms for the entertainment of others.