Aunt Callie's Birthday (nephew/aunt, free use, rape, strangling)
Callie Charles is spending her birthday alone. That's normal for her, it's frightening living in a world where any adult male could choose to suddenly snuff you out. Unfortunately for her, her nephew is freshly adult and has been nursing a wicked hankering for her body for years.
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Aunt Callie's Birthday
Callie Charles hiccuped, swaying slightly in the warm summer evening breeze. She was a tallish woman, with light brown hair, dancing green eyes, and an arresting set of freckles on her face. A light sundress draped her healthy body – perky boobs, athletic slenderness widening to breeding hips and a smackable butt.
Callie was 33 today. She had spent the day alone.
She spent a lot of time alone lately. Being around people – well, men, really – made her anxious after the law change. Beforehand it had been bad enough, with the mandatory sexual service laws, but now?
She shivered. She knew it was extremely rare in practice, but the idea that any adult male could simply end her life without consequences was uniquely horrifying to her.
So she spent a lot of time alone. She had cultivated within herself a kind of temporal detachment. In three years I’ll have the option. Just three birthdays. And girls hardly ever get killed randomly. Just three years and I’ll buy my option and I’ll have a real life again.
She sipped her drink. “It doesn’t seem fair,” she said to no one, as she often did.
Why should she have to purchase the right not to be killed out of hand?
She believed in democracy with the unexamined faith of the propagandized, but it still just didn’t seem fair.
“Hey, Aunt Callie!”
The masculine voice made her freeze. She turned and saw her nephew Josh approaching, ambling with his long legs over the grass, and she smiled.
“Oh, hello, Josh,” she said warmly, and hiccuped again, then giggled. She spread her arms to give him a hug. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it? What are you doing here?”
His hands gripped her lush backside and pulled her hard into him, and she felt with a mounting horror his erection grinding into her midsection.
“Looking for my favorite aunt,” he said. “I’ve been driving around town looking for your car all day.”
“Whatever for?” she asked, an icy ball in the pit of her stomach. “You aren’t...”
Her words choked off in her throat.
Josh had the same birthday as her.
He was a man today.
For a moment her mouth stood open, mind frozen, and Josh laughed at her expression as he groped her ass.
“D-do you want a birthday blowjob?” she finally said in the tiniest, squeakiest voice he’d ever heard from her mouth.
He put his right hand between her legs, gripping her through the flimsy fabric of her dress, and she gasped as he pulled her towards him, then turned and maneuvered her backwards, guiding her by the pussy until her back was pressed against the warm wooden wall of the tiny bar she’d been getting her drinks from.
“Tell me why you said that,” he said.
“I… I thought you might like a nice blowjob for your birthday,” she said, her eyes flicking left and right, not meeting his gaze. Her breath was coming harder, her breasts rising and falling beneath her dress. “I just wanted to offer, don’t be mad at me, please Joshie.”
He squeezed her hard enough to make her moan and double over.
“You don’t want to give me a blowjob,” he said.
“Y-yes, I do, Josh, I really like...”
He flicked her on the end of the nose, stinging it and bringing water to her eyes.
“I can tell you don’t, so why did you say you did?”
She stared into his eyes.
“Please don’t hurt me, Joshie,” she finally said. “I’m your favorite aunt, aren’t I?”
“Yeah, my favorite aunt to jerk off to,” he said, and she felt a cruel barb of offended betrayal hook her heart.
“So why don’t you want...”
He put his left hand on her shoulder. She was a few inches taller than him, but she felt his lean strength as he pushed her down to her knees.
“I never said I don’t want a blowjob,” he said, unzipping with his right hand.
His cock jutted out, smelling like teenage sweat, and Callie obediently set down her drink, opened her mouth, and closed her eyes.
He gripped her by the hair with both hands and rammed his dick down her throat agonizingly hard, thrusting into her with such power that it slammed the back of her skull against the wooden wall.
She grabbed his hips, trying to slow him down, to warn him that he was hurting her, as he gave her another brain-numbing thrust, bouncing her head against the wall again. His cock seemed enormous down her tight throat, unused to such intrusions, and she desperately hoped she wouldn’t throw up. She felt certain that would bring a terrible revenge.
Gluck, gluck, gluck, gagging and slurping, the wet sounds of a fat cock sliding into a narrow wet hole, and the occasional banging of her head against the bar wall were the only things filling her conscious awareness. His dick was pummeling into her throat with painful ferocity despite her feeble efforts to control his thrusting. He slapped her hands away from his hips and continued his barrage.
Tears were rolling fast down her cheeks from the pain and shame of being publicly used as a fuckhole by her own sister’s son, and suddenly she wondered how much of this deviant desire came from some twisted Oedipal impulse transferred from her sister to her.
All she could see was his flat belly and the hairs around his cock as he facefucked her, his pelvic bone crushing into her nose over and over, bringing more tears, making it hard to breathe.
I can’t bite him I can’t bite him I can’t bite him
It was unthinkable to retaliate, the punishment unimaginable.
Then just as she thought she was going to pass out, he pulled her off his dick with a loud, slimy slurping sound, and as his cockhead came free from her mouth, he pumped it with his right hand and splattered a massive load of cum all over her eyes and nose, dripping down her face along with her own tears and drool.
“Hell yeah,” he said, pulling out his camera phone. “Smile for me, Aunt Callie.”
She looked at the phone and gave it an empty, glassy-eyed rictus.
He slapped her across the breasts, not wanting to touch her face.
“A real smile, slut,” he said.
Callie closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and imagined that she was somewhere else, anywhere else.
She opened her eyes and gave a warm, broad smile.
Click.
“Perfect,” he said. “Now lie down on your belly, I want to try something.”
She lay prone on the brick pavement outside the bar. Josh grabbed her drink from where she’d set it down and took a sip, scrunching his nose at the unfamiliar taste of alcohol.
“What are you going to do to me, Josh?” she asked. “Do...”
“I just like the look of that ass like that,” he said. “Now shut up.”
He loomed up behind her, jerking her dress up and hooking his fingers under her panties, pulling them aside.
“Nicely groomed,” he said, pushing a finger into her depths. She groaned something in response, her hips twitching at the penetration.
“Josh, I’m not… this is not going to be a fun time for me,” she tried, the words sounding lame even to her.
“Your pussy says otherwise,” he said, and she could hear the smugness in her voice.
“That’s a biological response, Josh, it doesn’t mean… It’s common for women to be wet when they get...”
He pulled his fingers out.
“You were going to say ‘raped,’ weren’t you?” he said.
“No, that’s...”
“That’s illegal. I mean, you shouldn’t even be thinking that word, should you? Girls aren’t allowed to say that word, are they?”
“No, sir,” she said. The “sir” just slipped out.
He slapped her ass hard enough to make the sound ring through the night, and she gave a soft little cry.
She didn’t get any other warning when he straddled her and shoved his once again erect cock into her traitorous pussy.
With her thighs mostly together, it felt very strange, a hot, hard, moving intrusion into her wet core, and she put a hand to her mouth to keep from moaning.
Josh ripped her hand away and shoved his fingers past her lips, tugging on her cheek, making her turn her head until one terrified eye was on him.
“You’re going to cum for me, Aunt Callie,” he said, and it sounded like a promise.
She didn’t dare to shake her head. She was feeling an intensity of sensation that she had never before experienced, fear and betrayal and pain and a deep ache of sorrow, and then the undeniable leaping fire in her belly.
“Say you’re cumming. Say it. You slut,” he growled, rutting into her. “Fucking say it.”
She gurgled the words around his fingers.
I’m cumming I’m cumming I’m cumming
It reverberated in her head as she mouthed the syllables, her voice coming out an idiot drawl from his fingers and the saliva filling her mouth. God, she hated him! She hated how wet she was, the noises coming from her cunt as he plowed her, the tingling that filled her.
I’m cumming I’m cumming I’m cumming
He pulled his fingers out of her mouth and spanked her again, repeatedly, making her butt bounce and jiggle even more.
“Say it,” he hissed.
“I’m cumming,” she moaned, and this time it was true. Her pussy clamped down on him, her body tightening, and then his left arm was around her neck, his right hand clamping the headlock in, and her long fingernails were clawing at his forearms as her air supply suddenly disappeared.
He still drove into her, over and over, his hips smacking into her plush bottom, as her face darkened and her eyes began to protrude.
He’s going to let me go, I did everything he wanted, he’s going to rape me and let me go, I did everything he wanted, he’s going to cum inside me and let me go she repeated in her head like a mantra as her world darkened and faded, her hearing turning to static.
Her legs kicked, bruising her toes against the bricks beneath her, and he was still raping her so hard, and it was…
Her lips burst open, spraying saliva, eyes rolling back into her head as unspeakable groaning, choking noises rose from her.
Everything was going away from her. She was going away, moving in some difficult to explain manner, like she was drifting away to observe her own rape and murder.
His hipbones hit her ass again and his voice cut through the static in her ears as he snarled “Take it deep, you fucking slut. This slutty fucking body. Take my cum.”
And he was cumming inside her and she hated that she was cumming too.
He clamped down as hard as he could, and she felt and heard her vertebrae grinding against each other under the force of his arms. Her oxygen reserves were gone, and so was everything that remained of her will. Her energy, whatever fight she may have had in her, choked out by the crushing pressure of a man’s grip. Her hands fell away from his grip, her body stiffened, then relaxed.
As her nephew’s balls pumped another load of semen into her body, Callie died with an expression of total despair on her face.
He panted atop her, then stood slowly, letting her face crack against the brick pavement. He kicked her viciously in the ribs, then grabbed her drink and drained it before ripping the remains of her sundress off her body and mopping the fluids off his cock with it.
“Happy birthday, Aunt Callie,” he said. “You stupid fucking dead whore.”
Posted Jul 4, 2025, 1:23 AM UTC