Weeks blurred by after the wedding, the footage from that restroom glory hole encounter burning a hole in Jake's phone like a forbidden talisman. Aunt Lisa's face—flushed, lipstick-smeared, eyes glazed with lust—stared back at him in the videos, her moans replaying in his mind during lonely nights. He'd jerked off to it countless times, zooming in on the way her wedding gown bunched around her waist, her holes stretched and leaking his loads. But possession wasn't enough; he craved more. Control. Her submission.
Jake set up an anonymous chat app, using a fake profile with no traceable details—just 'StrangerX'—and a VPN to mask his IP. He waited for the right moment, scrolling her socials to confirm she was back in her routine, married life with Uncle Mark ticking along. One evening, as the sun dipped low, he attached a snippet of the video: her on her knees, throat bulging around his cock, begging for cum in that husky voice. The message pinged her phone.
StrangerX: Remember this? Your wedding day fun. I have the full collection. Every thrust, every squirt. Act normal, or it goes to your hubby and the whole family.
Her response came fast, panicked dots dancing before words formed.
Lisa: Who is this? How did you get that? Delete it now!
StrangerX: No deleting. But we can make a deal. Meet me tomorrow night, alone. Hilton downtown, room 412. 8 PM sharp. Wear something easy to rip off. Or watch Mark see his bride as the glory hole slut she is.
She typed and deleted, then: Lisa: This is blackmail. Illegal. Please, don't.
StrangerX: Clock's ticking. Be there, blindfold ready like I say. Or consequences.
Jake's cock hardened as he pictured her squirming, the power intoxicating. He prepped the hotel room earlier—booked under a alias, the X-frame St. Andrew's cross bolted to the wall in the corner, sturdy leather cuffs dangling from its arms and base. Vibrators, dildos, plugs, a shaving kit, ropes, lube—all laid out on the nightstand. Cameras hidden in angles to capture every angle without her knowing.
The next night, Jake slipped into the room first, heart pounding under his mask and dark hoodie. He waited in the adjoining suite, peeking through a cracked door. At 7:55, a knock. Lisa entered hesitantly, her figure poured into a simple black dress that hugged her curves, the blindfold—a silk scarf—he'd demanded clutched in her fist. Her hands trembled as she tied it over her eyes, securing it tight. 'Trust me to keep my end,' his message had warned.
She stood in the center, voice shaky. 'Hello? I'm here. Please, just delete the video. I have money, or whatever you want. Don't do this.'
Jake stayed silent, watching her shift nervously. He texted from the other room: StrangerX: Arms up, ankles to the frame. Now.
She whimpered but complied, stepping to the X-frame, raising her arms toward the upper cuffs. Jake moved like a shadow, entering silently. She gasped as cold leather snapped around her left wrist, then her right ankle, left ankle—pinning her spread-eagle against the wood, standing tall, body arched vulnerably. Her dress rode up, exposing thigh-high stockings, no panties as instructed.
'Wait, please—no! Let me go. We can talk. I beg you, don't touch me.' Her pleas cracked, blindfold hiding her terror, but her nipples poked through the fabric, betraying a flicker of unwanted heat.
Jake ignored her, voice distorted through a cheap modulator app on his phone speaker. 'Shut up and take it, slut. You came to the hole willingly once. Now pay up.' He yanked her dress straps down, baring her heavy breasts, nipples hardening in the cool air. She twisted futilely, the single free wrist flailing until he grabbed it, cuffing it tight. Now fully bound, spread wide, pussy exposed and already glistening despite her protests.
'Please, stop! I'll do anything—just not this.' But her words dissolved into a yelp as he pressed a buzzing vibrator against her clit, the wand-style one humming low at first, building pressure. He taped it in place with bondage tape, the vibrations pulsing relentlessly against her swollen nub. Her hips jerked, thighs quivering in the restraints.
'Oh god—no, take it off!' She bucked, but the frame held firm. Jake watched, cock straining, as her breaths quickened, body betraying her with slick arousal dripping down her inner thighs. Minutes stretched—five, ten—the toy grinding mercilessly, her clit throbbing under the assault. She bit her lip, fighting it, but ecstasy built like a storm.
'F-fuck... I can't... ahh!' Her first orgasm ripped through her, pussy clenching on nothing, juices squirting in short bursts onto the floor. She screamed, body convulsing, tits bouncing wildly. Jake didn't let up, cranking the vibe higher, adding a thick dildo to her entrance—twisting it in slow, then slamming deep. Her walls fluttered around it, still spasming from the aftershocks.
'Too much—please, mercy!' But he fucked her with the toy ruthlessly, angling it to hit her G-spot while the wand buzzed her clit raw. Her second cum hit faster, harder—a guttural moan escaping as she gushed again, soaking the dildo. He pulled it out, replacing with a vibrating plug for her ass, lubing it quick before shoving it in, the base nestling against her cheeks. Now both holes filled, vibes on max, he clipped nipple clamps with vibrating tips, tugging the chain to make her arch.
She became a cum machine, orgasms chaining one after another. Third: her pussy squirted arcs, hitting his shoes as she wailed, 'I'm cumming—stop, it's too intense!' Fourth: ass clenching around the plug, body shaking so hard the frame creaked. He added a rabbit vibe next, dual arms assaulting pussy and clit, pumping it like a piston while she begged incoherently. Fifth, sixth—her voice hoarse, drool slipping from her lips, 'No more... I'll break... oh fuck, yes!' Juices puddled beneath her, thighs slick, the air thick with her musk.
Jake's turn came when she hung limp, panting from the seventh climax, a full-body shudder leaving her twitching. He stripped, cock rock-hard and veined, and positioned behind her. Hidden cameras rolled, capturing the ravaging. He yanked the dildo free, slamming his bare cock into her sopping pussy in one brutal thrust. 'Take it, you filthy aunt-whore,' he growled internally, but aloud, modulated: 'Your cunt's begging for it.'
She moaned deep, unable to resist, hips canting despite the binds. 'Ahh—too big! Please, gentle...' But he fucked like an animal, hips pistoning savagely, balls slapping her ass. Each plunge stretched her wide, his girth splitting her folds, tip battering her cervix. She grunted with every impact, blindfolded head lolling. He switched holes mid-thrust, pulling out to ram her ass, the plug discarded, her ring yielding with a pop. 'Scream for me,' he demanded, reaming her shithole raw, fingers digging into her hips hard enough to bruise.
Her eighth orgasm crashed during the anal pounding, ass milking him as she howled, 'Cumming—your cock's destroying me!' He flooded her bowels with his first load, hot spurts painting her insides, then flipped to her mouth—unbinding her wrists and ankles in a rush, but keeping the blindfold cinched. She collapsed to her knees, dazed, but he fisted her hair, yanking her forward. 'Suck it clean, bitch.'
'Wait—no, please...' But his cock shoved past her lips, straight to the hilt, bulging her throat. He pistol-whipped her face with it first, slapping her cheeks wetly, then drove deep, holding her head still as he fucked her gullet like a sleeve. Gags erupted—glurk, glurk—saliva bubbling from her nose, tears soaking the blindfold. He choked her airway, not letting her breathe fully, her hands pushing weakly at his thighs. 'Tap all you want—take it deeper.' She tapped frantically, vision spotting, but he powered through, throat convulsing around him until she nearly blacked out, body slumping.
He pulled out gasping, letting her cough and wheeze, strings of spit connecting them. 'Good girl. Now bend over.' Blackmail reinforced: 'Touch that blindfold, and this all goes viral—straight to Mark's inbox.' She nodded frantically, too broken to fight, as he bent her over the bed, ankles rebound loosely. He ravaged her again—missionary on the mattress, legs spread wide, cock alternating pussy and ass while a vibe buzzed her clit. Positions blurred: doggy, her face buried in pillows, grunting as he pile-drove her holes; reverse cowgirl forced, her bouncing on him while he twisted nipple clamps.
Toys joined the frenzy—a double-ended dildo stuffing both her pussy and ass at once, his cock in her mouth; a fucking machine rigged to her while he throat-fucked from the front, her grunts muffled. He forced her brutally, spanking her ass red, pinching her clit till she yelped. Midway, he paused the pounding, grabbing the shaving kit. 'Hold still.' Lathered her mound with cream, her blindfolded form trembling. The razor scraped methodically, stripping her pubic hair bare, exposing her smooth lips fully. 'Now you're my clean slut,' he said, rinsing her, then diving back in—fingering the freshly shaved slit while fucking her throat.
Climaxes piled on: her ninth from the shaving tease alone, pussy clenching his fingers; tenth during a toy-filled double penetration, body seizing as she squirted endlessly. Jake claimed her relentlessly—second load in her pussy, creampie oozing; third down her throat, forcing her to swallow while gagging; fourth in her ass, plugging it to hold the seed. He made her grunt through it all, positions shifting to standing fuck against the wall, her legs wrapped around him, blindfold secure.
Finally, as her eleventh orgasm built to a shattering peak—body arching, pussy spasming in waves that milked his final, brutal thrusts—he felt her go rigid, then limp. She passed out hard, super cum overwhelming her, head lolling, mouth agape, juices and cum leaking from her ravaged holes. Jake pulled out, cock spent, and stepped back. Cameras captured the aftermath: her sprawled unconscious on the bed, blindfold askew but not off, pussy splayed open, shaved and dripping, body marked with red handprints and clamp bites.
He dressed quick, pocketing the toys' remotes, and slipped out the door without a word. Back in his car, he reviewed the footage—hours of raw, animalistic domination. 'Masterpiece,' he named the file, saving it alongside the wedding clip. Aunt Lisa would wake alone, sore and secret-bound, none the wiser to her nephew's claim. The chats would continue, the games just beginning.