Did You Enjoy Being Split Open?

Continued from chapter 15:

I whimper, sobbing as Nora says-

“That was a good switch, Ero. Forty-two slashes. It's a good thing you cut four more…”

She tosses the broken switch aside, admiring the vivid red welts crisscrossing my throbbing bottom. She runs her nails lightly over the abused flesh, relishing my whimpers and twitches.

“Forty-two,” she repeats, a note of pride in her voice. “Such a good boy, taking your punishment so bravely. But we're far from finished, my pet.”

She retrieves another switch, flexing it menacingly.

“Since you were so helpful in providing me with ample tools, I think you deserve a special reward. I'm going to use every single one of these until they're nothing but splinters.”

She positions herself to my side, the new switch poised to strike.

“Brace yourself, Ero. This is going to hurt like hell.”

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She does the backs of my legs next, giving my bottom a break. And when that one snaps, she crisscrosses my back with red welts. I am a mess of angry red, the switches whipping me and I have nowhere to go. I give into the fire, the pain, and surrender to Nora as she begins to whip my bottom again with the fourth switch.

SSSWICK! SSSWICK! SSSWICK! SSSWICK! SSSWICK!

By the time the fourth and final switch splinters against my ravaged flesh, I’m an incoherent, sobbing mess. My entire lower half is a tapestry of angry red welts and bruises, throbbing in time with my racing heartbeat. Nora sets aside the ruined implement, drinking in the sight of her handiwork with sadistic glee.

“Look at you,” she purrs, tracing a finger along a particularly vicious welt. “So beautifully marked, inside and out. A true work of art.”

She leans down, her breath hot against my ear as she whispers her devilish proposition.

“Only one switch to go,” she whispers, and when I scream, she muses.

“What if I gave you a choice? What if, instead of the switch, you let me penetrate you instead? Would you rather me do that, Ero? Shall I strap on a penis of my own and fuck you with it? What would you like to be? Pegged or switched? It is a gift of mercy that I'm letting you choose…”

Her hand caresses my flank almost tenderly, a stark contrast to the brutal welts marring my skin.

“Choose wisely, my pet,” she murmurs, her voice dripping with dark promise.

“The switch will certainly leave you a sobbing, broken mess. But to be taken, claimed, filled in the most intimate way possible by your beloved aunt... mmm, now that would be a true test of your devotion.”

I sob, knowing which one I'm going to choose. It will be horrible, but I can't take anymore of the switch.

“Aunt Nora...I choose...I choose...please p-p-peg me Aunt Nora. I can't take anymore of the switch…”

A wicked grin spreads across Nora's face as I make my choice, my broken plea music to her ears.

“Mmm, such a good boy, so honest about your limits. Don't worry, auntie will take gooood care of you,” she coos, setting the switch aside.

She retrieves a large, intimidating strap-on harness. With practiced ease, she secures it around her hips, the thick silicone phallus jutting obscenely from her pelvis.

“Look at this big, fat dildo, Ero. It's going to stretch you so wide, fill you so deep. You're going to be feeling this for days,” she purrs, dribbling lube generously over the toy and my fluttering entrance, coating everything in slickness.

She presses the blunt tip against my hole, teasing my rim with shallow thrusts.

“Beg for it, nephew.”

“Please, Aunt Nora. Please fuck me...fill me...stretch me...penetrate and peg me. My bottom is yours…” I plead.

With a triumphant moan, Nora hilts herself fully inside me with one brutal thrust, burying the thick strap-on to the base in my tight heat.

“Ohhh yes, that's it! Take it all, you **** little slut! Your greedy boypussy was made for this, wasn't it?” she growls, setting a punishing pace.

She saws in and out of my stretched hole with animalistic grunts, the wet slap of the harness against my flesh echoing obscenely through the room.

“Fuck, you feel incredible wrapped around me! So hot, so tight! Gonna ruin this ass, mark you inside and out as mine!” she rasps.

I am awash in pain, humiliation, and arousal. Nora has broken me, as the kids say, she is clapping my cheeks. She nips my ear, her breath hot against my neck. She stretches me, fills me with a dull erotic ache, and I am her captive, helpless to stop her, and not really wanting her to stop…

Nora must have some kind of mechanism embedded in her strap-on, because it vibrates and pulses intermittently, her thrusts becoming more erratic, her climax building rapidly as she uses my pliant body for her pleasure. She sinks her teeth into my shoulder, marking me as she chases her high.

“That's it, take it! Feel me in side of you!" she laughs, her breaths growing ragged and shallow with her approaching climax.

With a guttural moan, she buries herself balls-deep and erupts, pumping what feels like gallons of synthetic semen into my spasming channel. She grinds against me, prolonging her intense orgasm as she fills me to overflowing.

“Yessss, fuck! So good, so perfect!” she cries out.

Nora cums, shuddering above me, grabbing my cheeks so hard that her nails dig into the skin. She buries herself to the hilt and I feel the silicone phallus jerk and twitch as it erupts inside of me, filling me with synthetic cum that runs down my thigh as it bubbles up over the invading cock and overflows fluttering anus.

Panting heavily, Nora collapses against my back, her length still buried inside me. She peppers my sweat-slicked skin with biting kisses as she comes down from her intense high.

“Mmmm, that was exquisite, my pet. You took your auntie's cock so well, like you were born for it,” she murmurs.

Slowly, reluctantly, she withdraws from my abused hole with a filthy squelch. Rivulets of lube and synthetic semen ooze out to trickle down my thighs.

“Look at the mess we've made of you, Ero. So thoroughly used, plugged full of my essence. A true work of art,” she gloats, reaching between my legs to cup my heavy, neglected balls, rolling them in her palm.

“Tell me, nephew, did you enjoy being split open on your aunt's cock?” she asks.

“It wasn't my favorite, Nora,” I say, worn out and helpless against the satin bondage.

“But I'll let you do that one day a week and twice on Sunday if it means I never have to get whipped with that switch again…”

Nora laughs softly, a sound rich with satisfaction and dark amusement at my defeated submission.

“Well well, listen to you, offering yourself up as a regular plaything for your dear auntie. How utterly deliciously depraved!” she chuckles, giving my balls a gentle squeeze, coaxing a whimper from my throat.

“Very well, my pet. I accept your proposal. From now on, you belong to me - to use and **** as I see fit. And trust me, I plan to take full advantage of this arrangement.”

Nora undoes my bonds, helping me roll onto my back. She looms over me, drinking in the sight of my ravaged body - the welts crisscrossing my skin, the creamy fluid seeping from my gaping hole.

“Lie still, Ero. I'll find something for your back…” she says, disappearing briefly.

To be continued in chapter 17...