Chapter 10
It was the end of the summer and there were only two days remaining in Marina's visit with Aunt Helen. They felt very sad. Marina did not want to go back to school.
They were sad even before the doorbell rang that morning. There was a telegram. Mr . and Mrs. Cockerham were missing. Their plane had gone down somewhere in Kenya.
They were presumed dead. Marina was in hysterics and fell into Aunt Helen's arms. She was an orphan. Aunt Helen was all that she had.
Marina spent many hours weeping into Aunt Helen's bosom. The black-haired woman kissed her tears away with sweet kisses. Aunt Helen stroked her niece's hair.
Inside Aunt Helen felt a mixture of feelings. Naturally she was upset that her sister and her brother-in-law were missing and presumed dead.
But she was also pleased.
Very pleased as a matter-of-fact.
Now she could keep Marina forever!
Aunt Helen did not punish Marina for a month. Their love-making was gingerly and soft. All of the welts disappeared from Marina's skin.
Aunt Helen and Marina gave each oral pleasure frequently, and Marina used the vibrating dildo on her aunt. But Aunt Helen did not use dildos on Marina.
Not for a whole month. After the thirty days were up, Aunt Helen decided that it was time to resume the pretty little blonde's discipline lessons.
"Marina, I would like you to come to the torture room with me."
"I thought we weren't going to do that anymore, Marina said.
The little girl had grown accustomed to the affectionate passion.
"I was giving you a month off. You know, to recover from your shock."
"I see. Then I am to be your sex slave once again," Marina said.
"Yes, and your punishments will be more cruel than ever."
"You are going to fuck me and whip me?" Marina asked softly.
"Yes, Marina. But I am not going to fuck you with a dildo."
"I'm afraid I don't understand, Aunt Helen," the little girl said.
"I will explain it all to you shortly," Aunt Helen replied.
Marina couldn't help but notice that Aunt Helen was opening and closing the fingers on her right hand. Marina was taken to the torture chamber and stripped. Marina was placed on the torture table and was bound spread-eagle. Her hands and her feet were cuffed with thick steel cuffs. The chamber was in the basement of the mansion and it was very creepy.
Marina watched and her aunt placed a bowl of hot water on the table next to the inside of her thigh. The girl's pussy hair what there was of it was shaved away.
Aunt Helen used a straight razor to do this.
The razor had been sharpened across a leather strop just before the tiny patch of blonde hair was removed.
"Now the insides of your thighs will be whipped," Aunt Helen said.
"NOT THERE! THAT'S THE MOST SENSITIVE PART OF MY WHOLE BODY!" Marina screamed.
"Yes, the insides of your thighs. You will be shown no mercy."
Marina had already lost all of the sensation in her hands and feet.
Aunt Helen close a particularly savage whip. It was a whip with many lashes, and there were many knots tied in each and every lash Marina was scared shitless.
CRACK!
The whip came down against the inside of Marina's right thigh. The pain burned into her loins and she heard herself screaming, the voice echoing against the stone walls of the chamber.
CRACK!
Marina could feel her brain spinning. The pain was so bad that she blacked out completely after the third blow. She lost consciousness and did not wake until Aunt Helen splashed cold water on her face several minutes later.
When Marina woke she noticed immediately that the beautiful black-haired dominatrix bitch was wearing a single glove on her right hand.
The glove was made of black leather. It fit snugly to her long slender fingers and rolled up past her wrist well onto her forearm.
Indeed, the glove rolled up smoothly almost all the way to Aunt Helen's elbow. Again she was opening and closing the fingers on that hand.
"What what what are you going to do?" Marina asked.
The poor little girl was stammering with her nervous anxiety.
"I am going to fuck your hot little pussy with my gloved fist."
"YOU WILL TEAR ME APART IF YOU DO THAT!" Marina screamed.
She was just as hysterical as when she learned of her parents death.
"What will be will be," Aunt Helen said. Her voice was so calm, it was scary.
"Please, please, please," the little girl said again and again.
Aunt Helen produced a container of scented oil She poured oil onto the insides of Marina's thighs. The oil burned in the wounds opened by Aunt Helen's whip.
Aunt Helen then rubbed oil all over Marina's pussy, that shaved pussy. The air felt cooler on the portion of her mound that had been shaved than anywhere else on her body.
Marina could feel the woman's gloved fingers stroking up and down the insides .of her ravaged loins. The beautiful black-haired woman had of course smeared oil all over that glove, all the way up to the top, almost to the elbow, as if that were as far as she planned to penetrate.
Marina felt the woman's middle finger working up inside her pussy. She could feel her inner cunt lips gripping the finger instinctively.
Aunt Helen pushed the finger into Marina's pussy as far as she could get it. She pressed against Marina's cervix very hard with the tip of that gloved finger, so hard that it brought tears to Marina's eyes.
Aunt Helen wiggled her middle finger around playfully inside Marina's cunt. Marina could feel her pussy sucking at that stiff finger.
Aunt Helen worked her finger in and out slowly, pulling it almost all the way out before pressing it back inside. Marina tugged the finger each time it withdrew.
Aunt Helen then added her forefinger to the penetration and she pushed both digits inside Marina's shaved pussy as far as they could go.
Aunt Helen knew that Marina was experiencing terror unlike any she had ever known. In spite of this Marina could feel her pussy lubricating itself.
Aunt Helen could tell that there was more than just her scented oil making the inside of Marina's cunt slippery. The pussy was adding some of its own juices.
Aunt Helen could feel the pussy relaxing and becoming more elastic. The inner and outer cunt lips were getting more and more swollen.
Aunt Helen could tell that all of the pink tissues between Marina's legs were on their way to full engorgement, including her clit.
Aunt Helen pushed a third finger inside Marina's cunt to join the first two and the little blonde could feel the mouth of her fuck hole stretching taut.
Aunt Helen knew that nothing had been pushed inside that vagina for a month. The tissues had been allowed to shrivel and close from lack of use.
But now Aunt Helen was going to pry those tissues open once again and she wasn't going to stop until her entire hand was inside that twat.
Aunt Helen pressed all of her gloved fingers closely together as she worked them in and out with increasing force. She was pushing hard against the inner lips.
Aunt Helen then moved her feet on the floor one foot behind the other so that her balance would be better. She straightened her right arm.
Aunt Helen's elbow was locked in the straight position. She turned her chest so that she could get the weight of her entire upper torso behind her hand.
She moved so that her shoulder could give the most possible aid to the seemingly impossible penetration task ahead of her. She took a deep breath.
Aunt Helen began to push and Marina could feel her inner cunt lips stretching apart further than they had ever gone before. She was sure at many times that she was about to split open.
But her pussy never did tear. It continued to stretch, and it continued to open, until Aunt Helen's entire hand was inside. Marina was in great pain.
The little blonde, who was lathered with icy perspiration, could feel her inner cunt lips actually getting a chance to close around the woman's wrist.
Aunt Helen still had her fingers straight. She began to curl them inside Marina's pussy. The little girl could tell that her aunt wasn't going to stop curling those fingers.
Not until she was making a tight fist inside the girl's poontang so tight that she knew her knuckles would turn white beneath her black leather glove.
Once Aunt Helen's hand was balled into a fist her sadism only mounted. She began to twist her fist around inside Marina's cunt savagely.
She pulled the fist all the way out and the cunt made a sickening popping and sucking sound. The sound was wet and unnatural. Marina pleaded for mercy with the gurgling sounds she was making in the back of her throat.
Aunt Helen punched her gloved fist in and out of the little girl's cunt in this evil fashion until the pain became too much for Marina to bear.
The pretty little blonde teenager could feel everything starting to spin and she could tell that she was going to lose consciousness.
Everything was going black.
She passed out.
There was no pain in her sleep.
She was sorry she woke up.
Aunt Helen had poured cold water all over the little girl's face. When Marina was conscious the bondage was removed and Aunt Helen helped the little girl off of the torture table.
Marina was forced to walk bow-legged. She felt as if she was a cowgirl who had been astride her stallion bareback for too long. The inside of Marina's cunt felt as if it would never be the same.
Marina was through.
The punishment was over.
"You may go to your room now and rest," Aunt Helen said.
"I'm not sure I can make it up the stairs," Marina said.
"Then I guess you will have to crawl," Aunt Helen said.
And this was precisely what the tortured sex slave did.