Seven By Michele Nylons
Day 3: Gluttony
Michele awoke the next day in her basement rumpus room handcuffed to the overhead pipe, hanging from it by her wrists. Her arms ached and her wrists were chaffed; she was amazed that she had been able to get any sleep at all. She was still dressed in the red satin bustiere, purple nylon crotchless panties, black stockings and white high-heels. Her white satin nurse's uniform was now a tattered rag lying upstairs on her bedroom floor.
Michele had been repeatedly raped by her son and her vulva was swollen and sore and her vagina ached. Mike had not allowed her to wash before he led her back down to the basement and her thighs were covered in dried semen and her makeup had run and was smeared over her face.
The only consolation was that Mike had not tied her feet to the weight-lifting bar or put the ball-gag on her. She had promised to behave so that she could at least stand on her feet and lean back against the wall to get some rest. She pondered on how long this ordeal was going to continue. Mike had made her call her workplace and his school to say that they would be gone for a week, so it could be another five days before she was freed. That's if Mike intended to free her.
She heard the basement door open followed by Mike's footsteps on the stairs. He entered the rumpus room and walked over to her.
"Now you behave mommy or on goes the gag and your feet get lashed back on the weight-lifting bar," he said menacingly.
Michele nodded her compliance; she was too sore and tired to fight him.
Mike stepped forward and kissed her, sliding his tongue into her mouth. Michele let him and she didn't even resist when he squeezed her buttocks. She winced when he pushed a finger inside the open crotch of her panties and slid it inside her vagina. He stepped away from her and sniffed his finger.
"Mommy needs a wash and to clean her teeth; you taste like shit and smell like fish," he said cruelly.
"But before I let you take a shower, I have a few chores to do. I'll be gone a while but if you promise to behave I won't gag you or tie up your feet ok?"
Michele nodded again.
Mike went over to the TV table and pulled it over so that it was directly in front of her. He turned it on and tuned it to a cable network movie channel and adjusted the volume. He held a glass of water up to his mother's lips and she gulped it down in a few swallows.
"I need to pee," Michele asked.
"Tough!" Mike spat at her.
"If you piss on the floor while I'm gone I'll make you lick it up," he said.
"Now if you be a good girl you can watch TV while I'm out and when I come back you can shower, change and have something to eat. How does that sound?"
Michele nodded.
"Ok," he said, and checked the handcuffs to make sure she securely fastened to the pipe.
"See ya," he smiled; and left the room, closing the door behind him.
A couple of minutes later Michele heard a dull thud as front door closed. Mike had left the house.
Despite her pain Michele smiled to herself. Her eyes were locked not on the television set but on the telephone sitting on the table adjacent to the TV. Her son had made a huge blunder! Now if she could just somehow reach the telephone?
Michele reached out with her foot until it was tantalisingly close to the phone but she couldn't quite reach it. The phone was an older push-button model with six preset telephone numbers pre-programmed into push-buttons on the base. Michele's plan was to knock the handset off base and hit one of the pre-programmed buttons; there was no way that she could dial a telephone number with her foot.
She didn't really care which preset button she hit just as long as she could contact someone in the outside world and get them to come and release her. She lashed out again and this time the heel of her pump moved the phone slightly. She would have to try to get the phone to fall off the table near her feet so that she could press one of the presets with the toe of her shoe. She realised she probably only had one chance and she summoned up all her remaining strength and stretched as far forward as her cuffed wrists would allow; she screamed in pain but managed to hook the telephone with her foot and drag it off the table.
The phone toppled off the table and thankfully the base landed where she could reach it with her right foot. Michele could hear the steady hum of the dial tone from the handset and she reached out with her foot and delicately touched one of the presets not knowing who was calling. She heard the ring tone as the connection was made. She just hoped that whoever she was calling was home.
"Hello? Dale speaking," she heard a voice from the handset.
Dale was Michele's brother-in-law and was probably the last person she wanted to know what was happening to her or to see her like this. She and Dale had a history of sorts; but beggars can't be choosers as they say.
"Dale! Dale! It's me Michele; I need your help I'm in terrible trouble," she shouted towards the mouthpiece.
"Oh it's you Michele? What can I do for you, Sandra isn't home," Dale answered unaware of the gravity of the situation.
Michele would have preferred to have her sister Sandra come to her rescue but she didn't have time to fuck around; she needed to get someone around to her house and release her before her son came back.
"Dale listen. I don't have time to explain; just get your arse around here right now! I need your help!" Michele screamed towards the handset.
"Typical fucking Michele; always giving orders, telling people what to do," Dale said, and she could hear the irritation in his voice.
She didn't have time to explain the situation; nor did she want to. She just wanted someone to come and release her and then she would deal with her son in her own time.
"Please Dale just come around help me; this is a real emergency!" she pleaded.
The line went silent and for a few seconds Michele thought that the connection had been broken but then she heard a response.
"Ok Michele; I'm on my way; but this better be a real emergency!" Dale said and hung up.
Michele listened to the busy signal; there was no way she could ring anyone else now, but she gave a sigh of relief. Dale was on his way.
Michele's younger sister Sandra and brother-in-law Dale lived about twenty minutes away. Michele got on well enough with Sandra but she and Dale had a stony past. Sandra had introduced Dale to Michele at a family gathering to celebrate their engagement. Although Michele had no real interest in Dale it was her nature to flirt and tease; she just had to prove to herself that she could take her sister's toys; even now that they were grownup.
After Dale Married Sandra, Michele had made a point of flirting with Dale; she stood a little too close to him at family gatherings and ensured that he got a good look at her breasts. She would part her legs or let her skirt ride up whenever she sat near him. She once spent a whole dinner party sitting directly across from him, with her legs open, flashing her panties and occasionally running a red-painted fingernail up her thigh and across the front panel of her white nylon panties pretending she was unconsciously scratching an itch.
She was delighted when she saw a conspicuous bulge grow in the front of his trousers and she watched him squirm throughout the whole meal. After dessert she excused herself and went to the bathroom and when she returned she surreptitiously dropped her flimsy white panties into his lap as she returned to the table.
Michele had no real interest in Dale; but she had become so dissatisfied with her own life, that she couldn't help trying to make others around her as unhappy as she was. She cuckolded her sister's husband just to prove that she could; but she had absolutely no intention of consummating their relationship. When Dale tried to arrange a clandestine meeting with her she abruptly turned him down.
Once Michele knew that Dale was hers for the taking she stopped provoking his advances and taunted him by ensuring he saw her teasing and flirting with other men. But tormenting her brother-in-law had nearly backfired on her.
The occasion was the wedding of a friend family and Sandra was a bridesmaid. Travel to the reception had been prearranged and Michele was to ride in Dale's car with another wedding guest but the other guest made alternate arrangements and Michele spent the whole trip trying to keep Dale's hands off her. He finally pulled over into a deserted street and tried to force himself of her.
"Fuck off Dale you're my brother-in-law," she had barked at him, slapping his hands away from her body.
"But what about all that teasing? What about when you gave me your panties?" Dale begged.
"Typical man," Michele spat, "always thinking with their cocks!"
"I hope you enjoy those panties because that is the closest you're ever going to get to my pussy," she laughed wickedly.
That had been over two years ago; and their relationship with each other had been polite but frosty ever since. Of course neither of them had mentioned any of this to Sandra.
Dale arrived about at Michele's house about twenty minutes after he received her phone call. He knocked on the door but there was no answer. He'd remembered to take the spare set of keys to Michele's house that Dale kept for emergencies and let himself in.
Michele heard the knocking at the front door and began screaming.
"Down here!!! Down here!!!"
Dale heard Michele's cries through the basement door and opened the door and ran down the stairs. He couldn't believe the sight greeted him.
His sister-in-law was handcuffed to an overhead pipe; hanging from it by her wrists dressed in a red satin bustiere, purple nylon crotchless panties, black stockings and white high-heels. Her heavy makeup was smeared over her face. My god! He thought to himself; she's been up to some sort of sex game and it's gotten out of hand.
"What the fuck Michele?" Dale said, looking incredulously at his sister-in-law.
"Don't fucking ask questions; just get me down," Michele cried.
Dale's eyes roamed over Michele's body. Typical fucking Michele; even chained to the ceiling she was giving him orders.
"What happened?" he asked again.
"It's none of your business; just get me out of these fucking handcuffs!" Michele demanded.
Dale was about to comply and then he stopped short; his anger rising.
"You know even half-naked and chained to the fucking ceiling you talk to me like shit!" he spat.
"You know what; I'm fed of you and your fucking attitude," he said.
"I don't know what the fuck happened here but I bet you've got yourself to blame."
"Get me down you arsehole!" Michele screamed.
"Fuck that!" Dale said, "And fuck you!"
"You wish!!!" Michele replied, her voice heavy with sarcasm.
Dale's face suddenly lit up with an evil grin.
"Yeah! I wish!" he said.
Dale went back up the stairs and closed the basement door and came back down.
"What are you doing!" Michele started to plead.
Dale ignored her and started to get undressed. Michele screamed; she alternately pleaded, swore and cursed at her brother-in-law who ignored her as he folded his clothes and put them on the table. When he was fully naked he turned around and Michele saw that he was sporting an erection.
"No!!!!! You Bastard!!!! You wouldn't!!!" she begged.
"You know what Michele? Your fucking arrogance and your big mouth has probably got you into this mess. So before I get you out of it; I think you owe me a favour." Dale said and approached her.
Michele lashed out with her feet; trying to kick Dale and keep him away from her. Dale grabbed one ankle and then the other and lifted her up so that she was hanging from the ceiling by the handcuffs. She cried out in pain and her body writhed as she tried to kick her legs free of his grip.
Dale locked Michele's legs against his body, enjoying the feel of her stockings as they slid along his body as he moved forward until he had both of her thighs in his grip. Michele squirmed but he held her legs securely against his body and he thrust forward until his cock came into contact with her crotch.
Michele wriggled and writhed and Dale delighted in the feel of her stockings rubbing against him and the frilly lace at the opening in the crotch of her panties as it tickled his penis. He gripped her tighter and pushed forward until his glands nestled against her swollen labia. Then he heaved Michele's body towards his and entered her; his cock sliding easily into her well-greased tunnel.
"Oh no! You fucking arsehole!" Michele cried as Dale's rock hard penis slid into her bruised vagina lubricated by the remains of her son's sperm.
Dale fucked Michele taking most of her weight in his hands by holding on to her thighs. Michele stopped struggling when the pain from her handcuffed wrists became almost unbearable. She realised that if she didn't struggle and with Danny supporting her bodyweight the pain in her wrists eased.
She felt humiliated and degraded, but after what her son had done to her yesterday this was bearable. She would let Dale fuck her and take her revenge later when he set her free. She tried to keep her mind blank as Dale humped away at her body. She found that by locking her legs around Dale's waist that she could rest all of her bodyweight against him further easing the pain in her wrists.
Dale mistook Michele's locking her legs around him as compliance; he moved his hands under her buttocks and jackhammered his cock in and out of her aching cunt. Her stockings rasped against his bare skin, his fingers dug into her soft buttocks and she gasped each time he thrust himself inside her.
Michele's vagina had pretty much gone numb from the constant fucking she had endured over the last two days; it was well lubricated and stretched; her labia were red and swollen and they stung as Dale pushed his shaft in and out of her, but the pain was tolerable.
Dale was enjoying giving this bitch a good fucking; but after the initial penetration and a few minutes of fucking her vagina had become loose and sloppy. Whoever had been fucking her before he got here had loosened her up and although he liked fucking his cock-teasing sister-in-law he wanted more pleasure than he was getting at the moment.
Dale allowed his penis to slide fully out of Michele's vagina and then slid his glans out of her vulva and past her perineum until his cock nestled in the bud of her sphincter. Michele barely had time to register what was happening; her cunt was so numb she thought Dale had ejaculated and had withdrawn his penis because he was finished.
Dale lifted Michele's legs up and put them over his shoulders, her ankles were now locked behind his head and he licked at her nyloned calves as he strained and pushed against her puckered anal bud; Michele renewed her struggles and tried to keep Dale's penis away for the entrance to her anus.
"No! No! No! Please don't Dale; I'll let you fuck me; but please don't do that," she pleaded.
"You have no choice you fucking bitch; I'll fuck you any way I want to!" Dale huffed trying to keep his cock at the entrance to her anus as she struggled.
Michele was losing the struggle and running out of energy to fight.
"Please Dale; please don't do this," she begged one final time.
Dale laughed and held Michele's buttocks in a tight grip and slowly impaled her on his phallus. She screamed and Dale clamped his mouth over hers to shut off her cries. Dale started to push forward and his cock slid slowly inside Michele's anus. Michele felt her sphincter stretch as Dale's glans began to invade her, the semen Mike had deposited in his mother's vagina lubricated Dale's shaft easing the invading member's passage. The pain was almost unbearable and tears ran down Michele's cheeks leaving trails of mascara as Dale's cock continued to intrude into her bowels.
Michele was now fully violated as Dale's cock forced its way completely inside her and her soft pantied buttocks rested in his groin as the last inch of Dale's cock was inserted inside her; his shaft was buried up to the hilt in her anus.
Dale eased himself slowly in and out of his sister-in-laws anus enjoying the tightness of her sphincter around the base of his shaft and the slick taut feel of her back passage around his cock. Michele sobbed but she couldn't do anything to resist this new atrocity. She let Dale kiss her and fuck her; his hands raking her buttocks and thighs tearing her panties and stockings to shreds.
"Take that you bitch! Oh yes!!! Oh fuck yes!!!" Dale moaned as he raped his sister-in-law's bowels.
He kissed her again and thrust his tongue into her mouth and felt his orgasm building. He let the tip of his cock come almost all the way out until his glans were encircled by the ring of her sphincter and then he lowered her down on him until his entire length was buried inside her and his groin rubbed against her pantied buttocks.
Dale pushed his penis deep into Michele's anus, increasing the stimulation until his cock began to convulse and then he pulled Michele hard down on to his penis as he shuddered with the paroxysms of pure pleasure radiating from his groin. He was engrossed in pleasure and the gluttony of sexual excess as he raped his sister-in-law. He ejaculated streams of hot semen deep into her bowels and he shuddered and groaned. Michele writhed against him in pain, unknowingly increasing his pleasure and milking him of the last of his seed.
Dale withdrew his penis from Michele's anus and a small stream of ejaculate ran down the crease of her buttocks. He let go of her and she fell away from him; her high-heels skidding on the floor as she braced herself upright.
"You fucking coward!" she spat at Dale.
"You fucking bitch!" Dale spat back.
"I don't know who did this to you but I bet you deserve it."
Dale closed in on Michele and pulled her against him and kissed her despite her struggles. He wiped his cock on her tattered stocking. Michele tried to kick him but he easily evaded her and laughed.
"See you later sweetheart; have fun."
Dale dressed himself and turned up the volume on the TV to drown out Michele's pleases and protests. He left the rumpus room without another word and closed the door behind him. As he left the house and walked down the driveway, he saw Michele's son walking up the path.
"You've got a tiger by the tail there son; but don't worry your secrets are safe. The bitch gets what she deserves," Dale said and winked as he passed Mike and got into his car.
To be continued.
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Michele Nylons
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