Vivian is as simply dressed as Amber has ever seen: a plain white cotton tee, black spats that cling, and tennis shoes. Amber didn't know that Vivian owned clothes like this. She didn't know Vivian could even conceive of outfits this un-spectacular. She was so shocked, in fact, that she wasted her golden opportunity to flee when Vivian uncuffed her to get changed. Maybe that was Vivian's cunning ploy all along.
Now, recuffed, the two march through the verdant Vail woods together. Amber's outfit is much the same as her aunt's -- they're a matched pair. Even their womb tattoos match, and with every step they take, their tees raise just high enough to bare them. Which makes it extra awkward as they tromp through the occasional campsite.
Amber is actually the more polite of the two. "Pardon us. Passing through. Walkin' here."
Vivian, if she speaks at all, is more to the point. "Move," she commands. Or: "Do not look at us."
But Vivian is a wilting flower at core, and after barely an hour of wandering the forest, she needs to take a little sit-me-down to fan herself. Her tee is soaked through with sweat, revealing that she wasn't wearing a bra -- not that she needs one, even in her mid-30s. That growth spurt ain't coming. She finds a flat gray boulder jutting up from the earth in a clearing and perches herself on it, far away from peasants who would dare to look at her in her moment of weakness. Amber stands in front of her impatiently.
"Need me to help cool you off?" Amber asks. "Uncuff me and let me just grab a palm frond, oh mistress."
"I could do without the sarcasm," Vivian says, gulping for air.
"I could do without the cuff burn."
Vivian's eyes are closed, but she squints one partially open to regard her niece. "You could help me cool down, actually. In hot weather, hot beverages can paradoxically create an internal cooling effect."
"Sure. Let me go brew you up some fucking tea, then."
"Did I mention tea?"
Amber blinks in confusion. Then she gets it. "Oh god."
She sits down beside Vivian as Vivian giggles to herself. Picks at some blades of grass.
"Has your father seen your new tattoo?" Vivian asks.
"Caught a peek of it the other day, yeah."
"What was his reaction?"
"His reaction was: 'oh Jesus Christ.' Like that."
Vivian giggles again in her haughty way. "I take it he still hasn't succumbed, then."
"If he succumbed, I wouldn't be here right now. I'd be in his bed on top of his dick."
"His bed may be floating through downtown Palo Alto at the moment."
"Even still."
"Maybe you should show it to him in more detail... in a more intimate way," Vivian says. She runs a hand up Amber's shirt, pulling it back by the hem, and plays her fingers across the still-fresh temporary ink.
"You want me to rape him," Amber says, leaning back a little to allow Vivian better access to her now totally bare tummy.
"I've raped him. I highly recommend it. It's great fun."
Amber chews her lower lip. The way Vivian traces ever-tighter and ever-lower circles around her tummy is driving her to distraction and turning her thoughts towards the lewd. She swallows hard. "Maybe... maybe I should... huh. Trying to get him to rape me isn't working."
"The choice is yours. Just so long as you don't forget our contract." She presses down on Amber's navel. Vivian so loves the soft peachy flesh there and the contrast of the glistening pink swirls of henna. Meanwhile she leans in, and locks lips with her young niece.
"Viv... you're so... you're so sweaty..." Amber breathes into Vivian's mouth, her hands finding nothing but slickness anywhere she touches.
"Yes, I am," Vivian agrees, her tongue mating with Amber's. "I'm hot, and wet, and I'm oh so dirty for you, Amber. My little slut. You made me dirty, didn't you. Touch me... touch me down here..."
She guides Amber's palm down to her own belly, and Amber knows enough to take it from there. They may not be strictly blood relatives, but this always has the thrill of incest to it all the same, that makes both their puffy little pussies throb and drip. They moan delicately into each other and grope at each other's bodies, their curious hands drifting further and further south, closer and closer to the nasty little slut-holes that they each adore so much.
But even as Vivian mauls Amber's mouth and cups a hand over Amber's wettening crotch, Amber spies, over Vivian's slouching shoulders, in Vivian's butt pocket, a key-shaped lump. On the guise of copping a feel of Vivian's backside, a feel she gladly acquiesces to, Amber reaches in and pilfers the key.
"You're such a darling cunt," Vivian moans, oblivious, lost in the excitement of molesting her niece.
"Uh huh," Amber moans back, pinching her voice to sound extra vulnerable.
"You're my little cunt, aren't you."
"Uh huh, uh huh...."
Vivian develops an aggressive lilt. "Say it. Tell me what you are. Tell me you belong to me."
"I belong to you, mistress. I'm your cunt."
At the moment Vivian's fingers slip past the waistband of Amber's spats and touch her sticky pussy, Amber dangles the handcuff key between their faces.
"I'm your free cunt," Amber says, grinning.
Vivian's eyes shoot down. Her own wrist is still manacled but the other cuff is wide open, attached to nothing, laying atop the boulder. Amber jumps up and makes a run for it.
Rather than try to chase such a sprightly little girl on foot, though, and rather than be perturbed even a little, Vivian just faces forward to watch Amber's slowly receding form. As she watches, she produces a little remote control from her front pocket. She turns it on. Amber instantly trips and falls flat on her face about 50 yards away.
When Vivian, walking unhurriedly, catches up to her, Amber is writhing on the ground. "It hurts!" She cries as she sees Vivian walking up. "Owwww-- fuck! Fuck!! What the fuck did you do to me?"
Vivian fights Amber's swatting hands and thrashing legs to get her fully on her back and straddle her. Smirking, she explains. "The pigment on your stomach contains nanoscopic electroreceptors that can be remotely activated. When so activated, the receptors send small electric shocks through your dermis. In other words: you've been branded with a portable taser. One that can zap you directly in your womb, albeit from the outside... and one to which I hold the trigger."
Amber is frothing at the mouth, quite literally, from the pain. Her muscles alternate between rigid and floppy. "Yyyyyou-- ffffffucking..." she snarls, unable to complete the sentence.
Vivian presses down on Amber's tummy. Amber cries out so loud it echoes through the forest and send birds flying. "Shhh," Vivian coos, putting a forefinger to Amber's lips.
"S-stop-- I'm gonna-- Viv-- Viv, I'm gonna piss myself--"
"It feels good, doesn't it?" Vivian asks.
Amber turns her head side to side, disagreeing, but too in a daze to speak clearly. "Fuck-- oh, fuck..."
"Shall I turn the intensity up?"
"Don't you d--"
Vivian's thumb adjusts the little slider on the remote upwards. Amber's every tendon goes taut, her head throws back, and despite Vivian's weight atop her, her back arches off the ground. When Amber grows accustomed to this new level of agony, and she lies flat again on the dirty ground and opens her eyes, she finds Vivian masturbating atop her, a hand busily clawing at herself inside her sweat-slick spats -- fingering herself while she plays with this sadistic new toy.
"It hurts!" Amber cries. She trembles and jitters like someone in the frigid cold, and struggles to speak through clattering teeth. "It hurts... it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it--" but her pleas fall on deaf ears as, jutting forward to rub her crotch against Amber's face, Vivian turns the intensity up another notch.
"Fuck!!!" Amber screams. But there's no mistaking the erotic pleasure that's creeping into her cries of agony. "Oh, fuck! Oh fuck! Viv--"
"Shall I stop?" Vivian says.
"N-no! No!" Amber pants. "Do it more! Hurt me harder!"
"Tell me what you are," Vivian sneers, digging at herself, rubbing out her creamy orgasms on top of Amber's beet red, freckly face.
"I'm your cunt!" Amber says, and this time she means it. "I'm your little fucking cunt! Viv -- mistress -- oh, fuck... I'm gonna fucking cum like this-- hurt me, mistress! Hurt me good!"
Vivian shifts herself back and lies atop her, belly-to-belly. She puts her cheek to Amber's cheek. Still masturbating, she whispers: "Your father knows about this measure, and fully approves. When he fucks you for the first time... Amber -- listen to me. When Alabaster fucks you, I'll give him the remote. He can electrocute your womb you while he squirts his semen inside it."
Amber's back arches again. "I'm cumming! I'M CUMMING!"
Vivian slaps her. "You stupid whore. You didn't ask me for permission."
But it's too late to stop. Amber makes a mess inside her shorts. Vivian sits up, turns, and watches. The sight of the dark nylon material, growing darker with the juices leaking from Amber's cuntlet, drives Vivian over the edge. She lunges and buries her face in that delicious, fragrant crotch.
"Mistress, mistress no-ooo-oo..." Amber sobs. "I-- I'm really gonna pee--"
Vivian forces Amber's ruined spats down off her plump white butt to bare her bald pink pussy to the open air. She presses Amber's thighs apart to expose her even further. Still zapping Amber with electricity, she forces Amber to pee on her face. Vivian gasps in perverse pleasure as the golden arc splashes against her skin and drips in rivulets down her features. She purses her lips into an O, latches them to Amber's crotch, and drinks the nectar from its source. As she guzzles down Amber's hot pee, she rubs her own sweaty crotch, still trapped in the oppressive confines of those spats, against Amber's sobbing face. And by the time Amber is all empty, cummed-out, and spent, by the time Vivian turns the remote off, she's too dazed to realize that Vivian has handcuffed her again.
"You belong to me, cunt," Vivian says, leering down at her. "And from now on, I'm keeping you in line."