Aunt Julie
by Victor

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

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

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'.


'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

'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

'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

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

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

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

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.