Julie isn't my real aunt, more a friend of the family, although I've always called her aunt Julie. She's a bit older than mum, probably late forties, a large cuddly woman, she always used to make a fuss of me when I was younger, giving me sweet and things like that. She and her husband Tom used to live just down the road from us and I got to know her when mum started to work for them. They owned a chemist shop on the high street and mum worked on the cosmetics counter, that was until a year ago when they won some money on the lottery and they sold their business and moved to London. It was about two months ago that mum told me Tom and Julie had separated. Apparently it was quite amicable, although unexpected. They split the money they'd won and Tom had moved away to somewhere in Scotland. Aunt Julie had been a bit upset and Mum had gone to stay with her for a few days after it'd happened. At the beginning of April my company book me on a weeks training course in London and I realise that the hotel I'm in is just around the corner from Julie's. Mum suggests I should go and see her one evening when I'm there. I ring her on the Tuesday from my hotel, she's so happy to hear from me and pleased that things are going well. Since I last saw her I've left home and moved into a new flat. I tell her that I'm in London and we agree that I should go over and stay with her on Friday night, although I think she would like me to stay for the whole weekend. It's Julie's birthday on Sunday, I know that because mines next week - I'll be 19. On Thursday the training course finishes early and I go into town to buy Julie a birthday card. I think I should really buy a present but have no idea what to get. Then as I'm looking in shop windows for inspiration I notice a dress shop selling brightly coloured silk scarves. I remember Julie always wore scarves and I decide to go in and buy one. The assistant asks if it a present and when I say yes she wraps it in a box with a bow ribbon. I arrive at Julie's just before 6:00 on Friday evening, she lets me in and we go into the lounge. I give her the card and present, she asks if she can open them now and I say that's fine. She unwraps the box and takes out the scarf. She's delighted with the present and goes to the mirror to put it on and look at herself. She thinks it beautiful and can't thank me enough and comes and hugs and kisses me, before taking it off and putting it back in the box. We sit and chat for a few minutes and then so goes to make some tea; when she comes back she suggests I sit next to her on the sofa. She comments that it'll be my birthday soon and she'll have to think what she can give me. I ask how she's getting on and she says she's well, a bit lonely, coming to terms with what's happened. I tell her about my new flat and the job. She asks if I have a girl friend yet and I say no. Strangely she comments on the fact that she can't remember me ever having a girl friend and I say I'm just shy and maybe one day when the right person comes along. She stares at me for a few moments and then asks - 'Do you think I'm attractive ?' I'm surprised by the question unsure of what to say - 'Yes'. She moves closer to me on the sofa and puts her hand on my knee. I'm suddenly feeling a little uncomfortable, 'That's good, I know I'm not as young as I used to be, but some men like older women - what about you ?' She takes hold of my hand, I start to pull away, 'Come here I'm not going to bite you', she starts to unbutton her top , 'Do you like my breasts', with that she takes my hand an puts it inside her blouse. This is suddenly getting very weird, I pull my hand away and quickly get off the sofa. 'Look, I've changed my mind, rather than stay tonight I think I'd better be going now'. 'You don't need to be shy with me Victor, I'll show you what to do'. 'No, really I must be going', I move towards the door. 'Okay, but before you go I need you to help me with something, come along', with that she picks up the scarf and walks upstairs. I'm trying to call after her, to say goodbye, I stand at the bottom of the stairs. 'Aunt Julie', no response. I walk up a few steps and call again. 'Aunt Julie'. 'In here', the answer comes from the bedroom. As I enter Julie's taking something of a drawer. She comes towards me, 'Turn around'. 'What'. 'Turn around', she takes hold of my shoulder and gently pushes me around. 'Now put hands behind your back'. Without waiting for me to comply, Julie takes hold of my arms and pulls them behind my back. I don't know why, maybe it's the tone of her voice, or maybe I'm just used to doing what I'm told, but before I realise what's happening I feel something cold against my wrists and as I try to pull my hands apart I hear a metallic click. I look over my shoulder and realise that she's handcuffed me. 'What are you doing !' Julie ignores me and walks over and closes the bedroom door. I try to pull my hands apart, but the handcuffs scrape down the side of my wrists. 'I wouldn't waste your time, they're solid steel and the only way out is if I decide to unlock them'. 'Now why don't you come and sit down her on the bed and I'll give you your birthday present', Julie moves past me and motions to the bed. Frantically I look around the room, has she gone completely mad. I back away from her and move into a corner of the bedroom. She moves towards me holding out her hand, 'Come on'. I kick out with my right leg, a wide sweeping arc well in front of her, just as a warning, she stops. 'Now come on, there's nothing you can do and I promise I'll be gentle, you'll enjoy it'. 'I'll scream', 'I mean it, release me now, I'll go and we'll forget all about this'. 'Don't be silly Victor'. 'I'll count to ten , if you haven't released me by then I'll start screaming, one - two - three -' 'All right, all right, if you're sure that's what you want, come and sit over here while I get the key'. Julie guides me to a chair by the dressing table, as I sit she positions my arms over the back of the chair. The scarf I bought her is on the dresser and she picks it up. 'You know this is a lovely present .....and so useful'. She takes one corner of the scarf and lets it fall open. 'Aunt Julie, unlock the handcuffs, please'. Ignoring my pleas she ties a large knot in the middle of the scarf and raises it above my head holding it either side of the knot. Then in one sudden movement she pushed her knees into my arms, pinning them to the chair and brings the scarf down, forcing the knot into my mouth she ties it behind my head, once she's tied a second knot she moves her knees away from the chair. I stand up, half stumbling I push past her back to my corner. I try to push the gag out of my mouth with my tongue but its tied far too tight, I call out through the scarf gag but can only manage is an incoherent mumble. 'Now then, where were we, oh yes I was going to give you your birthday present', she again moves towards me and again I kick out, trying to shout through the gag. 'I'm going to have you one way or another. Now we can either do this the easy way or the hard way it's up to you', she moves towards me and again I kick out. 'Okay, the hard way', wait there', with that she leaves the room. Wait there, what the hell is she going to do now. I look around the room, the bedroom door slightly open and I think about following her, maybe I can get downstairs, but I don't know where she's gone and anyhow what could I do once I'm out of the bedroom. I couldn't open the front door with my hands cuffed behind my back, the phones downstairs in the lounge, but gagged what use is that. I look at the window, maybe in the movies people jump through bedroom windows but it doesn't seem a good idea in real life. She's coming back. 'I knew this would come in useful one day', she puts a bottle down on the dresser. She walks across to the bedside table and picks up a handful of tissues which she folds into a pad. Picking up the bottle she unscrews the top and holding the tissues over the mouth of the bottle she turns it upside down for a few seconds letting the liquid soak into the pad. 'Don't worry this isn't going to hurt you, I'm just going to chloroform you, put you to sleep for a few minutes and when you wake up I'll have you nice and tightly tied up and then we can have some fun. I'm afraid it doesn't smell very nice, It was one of Tom's fantasies and we used it on each other a couple of times though it always made me feel sick, but you give me no choice'. She moves towards me, the chloroform pad in her right hand. I'm shaking my head, screaming through the gag at her to stop but she's ignoring me. I back away from her into the corner of the room, as she moves closer, I kick out and she backs away a little. She moves in again, I kick out, but her movement was a feint and suddenly she's behind me. She grabs me around the waist with her left arm and brings the chloroform pad up to my face, but I manage to twist away from her. With my hands cuffed behind my back I'm off balance and I stumble and fall onto the bed. I roll over, to get off the other side but she's suddenly on top of me. Her left hand grips my cheeks her right pushes the chloroform soaked pad to my nose. I'm winded as she falls on me, the scarf gag forcing me to breathe through my nose, suddenly I'm hit by a rich overpowering sickly sweet smell. She's now sitting astride me. I'm on my back, my arms pinned behind me, the steel handcuff biting into my wrists. My legs are free and I try to kick out and twist my body but Julie's full weight is on my chest and I can't move. I'm struggling to catch my breath, turning my head violently from side to side, trying to break Julie's grip. 'Please don't struggle Victor, just take a few deep breaths and it'll be over very quickly'. I can't hold out any longer, I take a breath, twisting and turning my head as I do, but Julie keeps the chloroform pad to my face and I suck in a lung full of the powerful anaesthetic. 'That's a good boy'. My heads starting to pound. I'm screaming into the gag but Julie's just smiling, making shushing noises. I'm breathing again, trying to take short breaths, not to breathe in too much chloroform. As I'm laying there trying to fight her the pounding in my head is getting worse. 'You should be feeling a little woozy by now, another couple of breaths and it'll be all over, then the fun will start'. I need to breathe again but I know the anaesthetic is taking effect, if I don't break free soon it'll be too late. With am my remaining strength I try to buck Julie off my chest and role over, but its useless. I lay there exhausted, my head pounding I can resist no longer. As I take another breath the last thing I remember is looking up into Julie's face. My heads throbbing and my mouth feels strange, I try to roll over to get more comfortable but nothing happens. As I lay with my eyes closed, I'm aware that my arms seem to be above my head, I try to focus my thoughts, then I suddenly remember what happened, Julie, the chloroform. I try to sit up, but I can't move. Turning my head, I can see my hands have been tied to the bed head with long silk scarves, then panic knots my stomach as I look down the length of my body, not only can I see scarves wrapped around my ankles but I'm totally naked. Then I see Julie standing at the end of the bed, I pull and kick out, only to feel a jolt as the silken restrains bite into my arms and legs, I try to scream but there's some sort of ball in my mouth. 'How are you feeling. Oh I forgot, you can't answer, never mind. You may have noticed I've changed your gag, I've though of another use for your scarf.' She moves to the side of the bed, I try to pull away but I'm tied spread-eagled, totally helpless. 'Now now, is that any way to treat you me, don't you want your birthday present'. She lets the scarf fall open and drags it gently up the outside of my leg and over my chest, rubbing it over my nipples, slowly running it over my stomach and down towards my cock. All the time I'm pulling, struggling against the scarves, screaming into the gag, but knowing I'm totally at her mercy. She runs it up the inside of my leg and thigh, the cold silk on my skin sending ripples through my body. Now she holding my cock through the scarf, her fingers gently playing with me, I feel my cock begin to swell, the soft silk encasing me as my erection grows. She takes a stronger grip and gives my cock four, five, six, firm quick stokes. She pulls the scarf away, then holding opposite corners, folds it into a triangle and slides it between my body and my cock, moving to the foot of the bed she takes the two ends and pulls my cock upright and starts to slides the scarf back and forth against my straining cock. Moving away from the bed for a moment, I watch as she pulls up her skirt and removes her panties. She takes the scarf and rubs it into her crotch her left hand cupping her own breast. Now she climbs on to the bed, hitching her skirt she lowers herself onto my prone body, my cock easily sliding into her. She starts to slowly gyrating her hips moving up and down, up and down on top of me, all the time she's rubbing the scarf gently across my chest. I'm panting in unison with her movements, thrust breath, thrust breath, there's nothing I can do, I feel myself start to cum, my cock start to jerk, my body spasm with overwhelming sensations.