Chapter 2
The next day Anne boarded a plane to visit her Aunt Clarissa. When she arrived in mid-afternoon, it soon became obvious to Anne that Aunt Clarissa's house was a strange place..
Aunt Clarissa lived in the house with Uncle Harold and their son Quincy and a handyman named Vernon.
The handyman was frightening. He was a huge man and he looked strong enough to tear the house down. Anne did not like the way he looked at her. He made her flesh crawl.
For that matter, they all looked at her in a strange way. They welcomed her with pleasant talk and smiles, but the way they looked at her made Anne cringe.
She hoped she was imagining things. She'd looked forward to this visit. It was good to get away from her brother and that tramp Rachel. Anne had always thought Clarissa was a righteous woman and she hoped she might find tranquility in Clarissa's house. She hoped they would pray together. She hadn't seen her aunt since she was a child and she needed the understanding of an older woman.
Aunt Clarissa was a tall and stately woman with a beautiful face and figure. She had dark hair and dark eyes and whenever she looked at Anne the younger woman felt her aunt could see right through her forehead into her brain.
Uncle Harold was a pleasant-looking man who hardly said anything. He seemed more interested in his newspapers.
Her cousin Quincy was a strapping young boy who grinned at Anne for no reason at all and made her feel uncomfortable.
Anne hoped that when she got to know all of them better her feelings of uneasiness would disappear.
Since Anne was tired after her long trip, she withdrew to her room following an early dinner. She lay down on the bed and rested awhile. When she rose up again, she decided to ask Clarissa if she might borrow a book to read. She was astonished to find the door to her room was locked. She discovered she could not get out.
She decided that either the door was stuck and not locked or someone had mistakenly locked her in. She pounded on the door, expecting that someone would hear the pounding and rescue her, but nothing happened.
This is ridiculous, she thought. What could possibly be wrong? Did they really mean to keep her locked in her room? She decided to wait awhile and then pound the door again. Surely someone would hear her.
A few minutes passed, and then suddenly a key turned in the lock and the door opened. Clarissa entered the room and closed the door behind her.
Anne rushed to her aunt to explain her predicament, but after she finished complaining about the door Clarissa smiled and said, "It was locked on purpose. The door to this room locks from the outside. Whenever you're in this room, you'll be locked in. That's a rule in this house."
"I don't understand," Anne said.
"There's no need to understand. It's a rule like other rules. You simply go along with it. Now, tell me what you've been doing with yourself all these years. Have you been righteous and God-fearing? Have you been a good Christian?" "Yes, of course."
"No sinful acts? Isn't there something you'd like to confess to me about? Confession cleanses the soul, my child. It's important that you tell me about yourself."
Anne blushed. "I don't know what you mean."
Clarissa smiled. "No yielding to temptations?"
"I try to obey the Lord's will."
"I'm sure you do. Come now, child, you've had a long day and it's time for your bath. After a hot bath you'll sleep well."
Anne agreed it would be nice to have a hot bath. There was no need to leave the room because there was a bathroom adjoining the bedroom. But she did expect Clarissa to leave. Instead, Clarissa sat down in a chair near the bed and waited for Anne to undress.
"Hurry," Clarissa said. "I want to see you in bed and I have things to do."
Anne did not understand why her aunt was treating her like a child, but she decided it would be hopeless to argue the matter with Clarissa. Since they were both women, what was the harm if she undressed in front of her aunt?
She was conscious of Clarissa's eyes on her as she slipped out of her clothes. When she was down to her bra and panties, she hesitated. Clarissa saw the hesitation and a stern look came into her face.
"Get on with it," Clarissa said. "I'm losing patience, child."
Reaching behind her, Anne unsnapped her bra and pulled it away from her tits. She saw the strange glitter in her aunt's eyes and she was suddenly afraid. She half-turned away from Clarissa when she peeled her panties off. A moment later she hurried into the bathroom to have her bath.
Clarissa followed Anne into the bathroom. "You have a lovely body," Clarissa said. "My guess is you've been tempted by the Devil more than once. I know all about what happened to you when you were a girl. Four boys, wasn't it? I'm sure they left the Devil in you."
Anne protested. "I've never been with a man since then," she said. She climbed into the tub now, eager for the chance to partially cover her nakedness. "I keep away from men. I've led a pure life, Aunt Clarissa, really I have."
Clarissa scoffed. "Do you ever play with yourself? No fingers down there in that pretty pussy?"
Anne blushed. "Sometimes I can't help it. I always pray for the Lord's forgiveness afterwards."
Clarissa chuckled. "You're a sinner, my child. Whether or not you pray afterwards doesn't matter."
Then finally Clarissa turned away.
A sigh of relief escaped Anne's lips when she heard Clarissa say, "All right, I'll leave you now. Have your bath and then get a good night's sleep. We'll see each other again in the morning."
They said goodnight to each other and then Anne heard the door close and the lock turn. Once again she was locked in the room.
What's going on? Anne thought. She lay back in the hot tub and wondered about her aunt. After awhile she left the tub and dried her body and crawled into bed to sleep.
She slept fitfully. She had a night of bad dreams and in the morning she was awakened by the door opening and Vernon entering the room carrying a breakfast tray.
Anne was disturbed to see this giant of a man so close to her bed when she lay there under the covers wearing nothing but a nightgown.
Once again she was frightened by the way Vernon looked at her. He looked at her as though he could see her naked. When at last he left the room, she shivered with relief.
Shortly after Anne finished her breakfast, a key turned in the door and Vernon entered the room again. This time he was accompanied by Clarissa.
Anne greeted her aunt. She noticed Clarissa was carrying what looked like a riding crop and she wondered about it. Did Clarissa ride horses?
Vernon removed the breakfast tray from the bed and put it on a small table. Then he looked at Clarissa, and Clarissa nodded. A moment later Anne screamed as the covers were ripped off the bed and her body was surrounded by Vernon's powerful arms.
She struggled and cried out as Vernon turned her over on her belly and pulled her nightgown up to uncover her ass.
"Keep quiet!" Clarissa hissed.
Anne wailed with pain as Clarissa suddenly lashed the whip she carried across Anne's naked ass.
Again and again the whip struck her asscheeks. The stinging pain was unbearable. She cried out and sobbed as the strokes continued.
Then it stopped. She lay there on the bed limp and exhausted, her tears streaming down her face. She put up no struggle as Vernon handled her like a rag doll. Before long she found her arms and legs bound in chains. Then a ball of some kind was stuffed into her mouth and tied in place behind her head.
She was a prisoner. She was at their mercy. She was caught in some fiendish design of her Aunt Clarissa. She lay there and prayed, afraid to open her eyes, afraid to face the knowledge this was not a dream.
She heard the door close and then suddenly her face was slapped. When she opened her eyes she found herself alone with Clarissa.
"That's better," Clarissa said. "I want you to look at me when I talk to you. Did the whipping hurt?"
Unable to speak because of the ball stuffing her mouth, Anne nodded.
"Good," Clarissa said. "You deserved it. I hope you remember how much it hurt the next time you think of disobeying me. You belong to us now. You exist only for the amusement of this house. No one will help you, is that clear? No one. You'll be a pretty diversion. We haven't had one as pretty as you in a long time."
Clarissa then proceeded to shred Anne's nightgown until she was naked. The older woman smiled as she gazed at Anne's bound and gagged body. "You're lovely," Clarissa said.
She took one of Anne's nipples between her fingers and pinched it. She laughed as Anne squirmed and rolled her eyes up because of the pain.
"Lovely tits," Clarissa said. "The men will want to suck on these and of course you'll let them. You'll have no choice, will you, darling? Is there anything you want at the moment? What's that? You can't talk, can you? Inconvenient, isn't it? What is it you want? You're looking down at your pussy. And the bathroom. Oh, I see. You need to use the bathroom, is that it?"
Clarissa chuckled as she finally understood what Anne wanted. Anne shuddered as her aunt helped her to her feet, helped her hobble across the room to the toilet.
Clarissa pushed down on Anne's shoulders and Anne was forced to sit.
"Go on," Clarissa said. "Do whatever you have to do. Don't be bashful."
Anne could not believe what was happening to her was real. There she was sitting naked on a toilet with her aunt standing in front of her. She had a full bladder and a need to pee, but with Clarissa there she found it impossible to do it.
Clarissa sensed Anne's problem and suddenly slapped the younger woman's face. "Piss, you idiot! Do it before I lose patience with you!"
Anne finally relaxed enough to pee. Her face turned scarlet as her eyes met her aunt's. Anne had never known such a feeling of intense shame.
"Open your legs," Clarissa smirked. "Let me have a look at your pussy."
When Anne did nothing, Clarissa grabbed one of the younger woman's tits and brutally pinched her nipple. Anne sobbed and opened her legs to expose her cunt.
Clarissa reached down, slipped her hand between Anne's thighs to fondle her cuntlips. Anne quivered with embarrassment as she peed on her aunt's probing fingers.
"Lovely," Clarissa said when Anne finished. "Now get into the bathtub, darling. I have a present for you."
Anne was puzzled as she climbed into the bathtub. The chains made it difficult and she had to move carefully to avoid falling. She had no idea what Clarissa wanted now. She turned to face her aunt and was amazed to see Clarissa removing her skirt and panties.
Naked below the waist, her thick bush of dark cunt hair in sharp contrast to the ivory white of her skin, Clarissa faced Anne and smiled. "Get down," Clarissa said. "Down on your back, darling."
Anne lay down in the tub. She knew it was useless to resist. She was afraid Clarissa might hurt her if she refused to do as she was told.
Clarissa climbed into the tub now. She faced Anne, straddled her body and then moved forward to squat over Anne's face. Reaching down, Clarissa pulled the ball-gag out of Anne's mouth and said, "What do you think is going to happen?"
"I don't know," Anne whispered.
Clarissa chuckled, patted Anne's cheek, and suddenly a stream of hot piss gushed out of Clarissa's hairy cunt to splash on Anne's upturned face.
Anne closed her eyes, moaning and squirming as her aunt's piss poured over her head. Then Clarissa grabbed Anne's nose, forcing Anne to open her mouth. Positioning her cunt over the target, Clarissa pissed directly into Anne's mouth until Anne finally fainted.