Chapter 2

“This is crazy,” I told my aunt when we finally stopped to catch our breath. We were lost in the Georgia woods, standing in a bunch of itchy ferns that were almost up to our knees. There could be snakes or any manner of creepy crawlies in the woods next to our bare feet and we’d have never known it.

“Yeah, that’s our family for you. We are a little bit crazy, but I’d rather be crazy than obsessed with being normal,” my aunt replied with a confident grin. I felt like she truly believed that crazy was a far better alternative.

“You agreed to this pretty easily, I don’t even know what all of the rules are,” I said with a worried expression.

“We don’t need rules; we’ll make them up as we go,” she shrugged in a relaxed way as she surveyed the woods in every direction to get her bearings. “They probably won’t catch us, so all we have to do is keep our cute little asses out of their sights, and we win.”

I noticed how absurd my aunt looked bent over, hands glued to her ass, and realized that I looked just as ridiculous. “You weren’t embarrassed about having your hands glued to your ass or Eddie’s threat to tie us up and walk us like dogs?”

“Do I look embarrassed?” she laughed it off. “I get off on humiliation, and you do too. I can tell because your pussy is pumping so hard that Noah started building another Ark due to the upcoming flood.”

I didn’t want to acknowledge what my aunt said. I didn’t understand that the danger and unknown of running wild and naked in the woods, coupled with the chance of being caught and the embarrassment, was triggering endorphins and dopamine in my system.

“Isn’t humiliation a bad thing?” I frowned as I looked away and didn’t meet her gaze – blushing as I did.

“It can be, but it’s just the four of us out here in these woods, maybe a hungry wolf and an old homeless drifter, but my boys are in awe of your cute little ass. You can’t possibly offend me or Eddie, so just look at it like a fun game – they have to chase us, and we have to run from them.”

I nodded – and let the matter drop. She was right – at least I wasn’t going to have my face plastered on social media and be ridiculed by my friends.

“Should I be running in the opposite direction?” I asked as I changed the topic.

“Shit, that fool is probably cracking open a beer and working on the other rifles. We’ve got plenty of time before that happens,” my aunt laughed off the idea that they were any real threat. “I am real glad you decided to go for this today. It’s fun, ain’t it?”

“I’ve got mosquitos biting my tits, the bottom of my feet is scraped up from rocks, I am covered in dirt and grime, and my hands are super glued to my butt cheeks. I probably flashed my butt hole to your sons when I ran off because I can see your entire pooh hole when I am running behind you.”

“Yeah, and I am sweating my ass off, thirsty as hell, dying for a smoke, a little hungover from last night, and horny for some serious cock, nothing that your Uncle has between his legs would be enough to scratch that itch,” my aunt listed off what sounded like complaints but the tone of her voice suggested she was loving it.

“You sound like you love it?”

“Don’t tell me you aren’t turned on by the adrenaline rush of being chased through the woods. Your mom and I used to skinny dip and play with some naughty boys who liked to chase us around the woods – this takes me back. You’ve got her blue eyes.”

I smiled, I was deeply flattered. “I wish I had her tits,” I looked down at my boobs.

“Slut,” my aunt called me that name with admiration in her voice. “You have more natural titty than both me and your mother had combined. You need a rich sugar daddy to pay for a set of these,” she indicated her own tits – her nipples were stiff as a board.

“I am kind of shocked when you say that my mom would do slutty things back when you were younger,” I said. I told her that my mom kept me on birth control and didn’t let me wear skimpy clothes out of the house.

“I’ll talk to her about letting you join the DSL; you still won’t get to wear sexy clothes out of the house, but once you get where you are going – you won’t need clothes,” she said cryptically.

I knew the DSL as the Delightful Southern Ladies – my mother’s charity outreach program. It was just her and a bunch of buxom blonde women who liked to chat, giggle, and drink wine while they did charity work and gossiped, as far as I knew.

“I shouldn’t tell you this, but that’s just what we tell people that the name means. It’s actually Dick Sucking Ladies, and your parents are swingers, just like me and your uncle,” my aunt said quite sincerely.

“This is another April Fool’s joke, right?” I could hardly believe it. My parents were very straight-laced.

“Look, I am willing to strip butt naked and let my sons hunt me in the woods, but I still won’t let them come to the Christmas party because what we do there makes this look literally like a walk in the woods,” my aunt snickered as she looked off in the distance to see if the guys were coming.

We started scouting some good hiding spots in the woods. My aunt was looking for vantage points from which she could see a great distance and an easy way to sneak off without getting surrounded.

“Is the Christmas party going to be humiliating?” I asked. I assumed that since my aunt admitted that she got off on it – that might be part of the appeal.

My aunt shivered and looked right at me. “Do you remember the twat rules that your Uncle brought up?” she asked. I nodded that I did. “The old fool almost let the cat out of the bag. One time a year, your mom, me, and all the DSL ladies become reindeer for the men. We hang Christmas ornaments from our tits and pussy lips, wear butt plugs, funny little reindeer ears and dance around singing naughty Christmas carols.”

I didn’t believe it – but my aunt was so pragmatic and sincere that it was hard not to believe her. She’d tricked me several times before though.

“We swap our husbands for a rider, who is the boss of us for the night – but all the men are in charge to some degree – just one night a year, fully. Women serve the men, make them snacks, and squat or stand in the corner if they tell us, and let them tease us and tie us up – we get them good and horny, while they spank our asses and make us do naughty things and then they fuck the shit out of us at the end – everybody is happy.”

“April fools, right?” I frowned. I couldn’t believe my aunt would do something that wild, but my mother RAVED about the party. She never provided any details, but it was very important to her. I doubted that my mother would do anything that wild – and cheat on my father? Wife swapping?

“Believe what you want. I shouldn’t have told you anything about the Christmas party, but after today, I think you are ready to go, and you’ll have fun. Do you like to fuck?”

I found the straight forward question made me choke a little, because I didn’t expect her to come right out and ask me something that bold. It was DAISY after all though.

“Honey, I have seen your double barrel asshole and twat wide open while you fucked yourself on a cypress knee in the mud, I think I know the answer to the question – don’t be modest now.”

“Yeah, I am not a nympho or anything, but I love to fuck, when it’s fun,” I said.

“Have you done any bondage?” she asked.

“I have done little tie-up games with boys, but nothing like what you and my Uncle were doing last night,” I admitted.

“Did it turn you on to see me tied up like that?” she asked.

I admitted that it did, and she asked me if I imagined being in her place. I was reluctant to answer and that was enough for her.

“How many men have you fucked at one time?”

I had only ever done one guy at a time, and I told her that.

“Your mom and I have fucked over thirty guys at a time, and some of them came back for seconds before we finished the first batch. I get thirsty for cock, and your Uncle likes to watch me get pleased. I am not a natural submissive and I don’t think your mom is either, but you seem like you might get off on being told what to do. Do you?”

I told her that I didn’t know.

“Squat down, spread your legs wide open, and show me that wide open pussy – stretch it as hard as you can – like you are trying to bust your pussy open or break your hips trying.”

I did as my aunt instructed, and she admired my pussy. “I am going to shave your twat when this glue finally wears off, and then teach you to eat pussy properly. What do you think about that?”

I didn’t get a chance to answer, because in the distance we heard my cousins yelling that they spotted us.

“There they go? Like two rabbits hopping through the woods!” Kyler yelled as he chased us. They had to get fairly close to actually hit us with their air rifles. My uncle had obviously made them quickly.

My downfall came because I was drifting back to the fantasy of my aunt’s promise, and wondering if she meant that I’d learn to eat pussy on HER – or she’d eat me out. I’d played with other girls before, but she was my AUNT – a blood relative. Daisy had made the offer so breezily that it sounded like incest didn’t bother her at all.

I was trying to determine if that was another April fools joke, or she really meant it when I fell tits first into the mud, and landed on my face – splat!

“Hah-hah!” Kyler ran up behind me while I wriggled and writhed, shooting my ass with salt – aiming for my sphincter. I closed and tightened my cheeks by squishing my hands together.

“Hey, no fair! Let me hit the target!” he complained.

I pushed my head further into the mud – feeling deep embarrassment and humiliation but none of that turned on feeling that my aunt promised me. I felt shame and disgust. My cousin was clearly looking up my ass, and I couldn’t do much about it as he shot my butt cheeks around my hands with rock salt.

“Don’t keep shooting the twat while she is down, son,” my Uncle said in the background. I kept writhing, pushing my face into the mud, and occasionally screaming in pain and getting a mouthful of wet mud for my troubles. Kyler stopped shooting and gave me a brief respite after his father ordered him to stop.

“The black mud looks like poopy on Harley’s butt,” Austin giggled. I started to cream myself when I heard his audacious teasing. He fired his salt rocks into my ass cheeks even though I was still face down.

“I am the one who caught her; go get mom,” Kyler claimed me like he owned me - his sheer audacity excited me. He was a cocky little redneck!

“She got away, and I want to play with Harley,” Austin whined.

I felt my hands being bound, and suddenly, my wrists were taut, and my Uncle’s strong arms lifted me out of the mud. He told the boys to go ahead and chase their mother while he finished tying me up. “This little energizer bunny ran out of batteries,” he said as he started to bind my ankles. I spat out the mud on the ground and shook the dirt of my face while sitting in the dirt.

“I am just going to tie you up to this tree,” Uncle Eddie said sweetly as he stood me up and made me press my tits to it - while my hands remained securely glued to my ass cheeks. “The boys won’t keep using you for target practice,” he promised in a very encouraging way – like he was concerned that I was overwhelmed. “Are you okay? having fun?” he said as he tightened the rope around my back and neck.

“Yeah, a real blast,” I said sarcastically, as my nose and tits rubbed against the scratchy tree bark.

“I am a big proponent of safe, sane, and consensual, Harley. You are an adult, you know what you can stand, and what turns you on. My wife is a pain slut – she’d have been shaking her ass and suggesting we use pepper instead of salt. I need to hear from you, no bullshit - no April fools – are you enjoying being tied up?”

“Yes, Uncle Eddie, it’s weird and embarrassing, but it’s super hot – I’ve never been tied to a tree before, and I am not sure why it’s turning me on,” I admitted – my nipples were stiff, my nostrils were flared, my pussy was still wet.

“Why does it matter why it turns you on? Just roll with it,” Eddie pulled my nipple, and pinched it, and then he goosed me by reaching between my legs and playing with my pussy with two fingers.

“Uncle Eddie!!” I got flustered.

“Tell me to stop, and I’ll stop. Otherwise, I am going to tickle your pussy with these leaves, and then let this flower hang out of your pretty little asshole,” he said as he held some leaves he snapped off of a bush under my nose.

“Is it poison oak?” I asked with a smirk – I’d never done anal before. I’d had men stick fingers in my butt and I didn’t like it. This time, I hoped that my Uncle would do more to tickle my asshole. A long strand of my pussy juice began to drip down my thighs and there was nothing that I could do to break it – like a spider spinning a long web it just hung down like an unbreakable wad of spit.

“You are so cute when you smile,” he told me as he tickled my pussy with it and said that it probably wasn’t poison ivy or poison oak. “If it is – then my fingers will be itching and I can’t have that,” he teased. He made me suck the stem of a white Daisy he pulled out of the ground, and then he pushed that into my asshole.

Eddie patted my head and told me that I’d make a good reindeer. “If you want to come to the Christmas party – we do stuff like this, play little games.”

“Will Kyler and Austin be there?” I asked – feeling deeply vulnerable.

“In a few years, but I don’t think they could compartmentalize teasing their mom today and not doing it again tomorrow and the next day after that,” he said.

“Wait, aren’t we hunting you and my cousins tomorrow?” I asked.

My Uncle looked at me like I was a naïve, snot-nosed child and laughed. He patted my bottom and dashed off without answering my question.

“Uncle Eddie? We get to hunt you tomorrow, right? We get to tie you to a tree, don’t we?” I couldn’t believe my uncle left me tied up on to a tree – completely naked with a flower in my butt, and some leaves hanging out of my pussy. They scratched my thighs, and once I accepted that I was alone in the woods, I started to feel a new sense of frustration and humiliation.

I couldn’t fully explain why I was sexually excited, and I probably still can’t. I shouldn’t have been excited to be left alone in the woods, tied up, vulnerable and humiliated. I felt like an ornament that was decorating a tree, and I felt silly having my ass exposed while the rest of my family dashed off after my aunt.

However, after I could no longer hear them yelling at each other, and the silence set in – I started to have new feelings. A little bird chirp, the sound of a falling branch or leaf, and the warm sunshine on my face left me with a feeling of solitude and a new awareness that anyone could come up behind me and do anything they wanted to me.

God damn, did that make me weak – and I was so confused because I knew I shouldn’t like to give up control and be in a situation where someone could just fuck my butt. Kyler and Austin could have come back, and rather than do something sexual, they could have just started shooting me with salt at close range.

I could feel the sting long after the shot hit my skin. It didn’t really penetrate my butt, but the salt burned a little. The leaves in my pussy teased me – I wanted to have a dick inside me, and all I had were wispy little leaves that did nothing for me except remind me of how horny I was.

I wished I could talk to someone about it – ask my aunt why this was exciting me. I tried grinding my pussy and tits against the bark of the tree, but it was too rough. I tried rotating through some of the fantasies that had excited me – but simply being alone and aware of how helpless I was did the trick for me.

I must have been hung on the tree for over an hour or two, when I heard my aunt’s raspy southern voice loudly complaining “God-damn it, stop poking me with that stick or I’ll stand up and shove it up your ass, Kyler!”

“Dogs don’t talk, Mom! and you can’t grab the stick – your hands are glued to your butt!”

“I’ll grab it with my toes,” Daisy said, sounding like she was at her wits’ end. I heard her make a yowling sound and what sounded like she was being whipped with a branch. She cussed and complained but she didn’t run away, or try to stop them.

The way that my Aunt leaned into the humiliation was a turn on. She seemed reluctant on the surface, but she also seemed to thrive on attention and she could endure so much pain – it was like she was daring them to swing the stick even harder and piss them off so they’d want to smack her pussy.

“Damn it, Eddie! Don’t teach them to use a switch on my ass like that,” I heard her complain.

“I think it’s too late for that, and your ass looks cute when it’s pink,” he said dismissively. “You keep sticking your pussy out – and we’ll avoid your ass, deal?”

“You ass! Switch my tits or something that won’t hurt as bad, OW! Dammit! What did I do to deserve this. I am playing your game!”

“The game is switching your twat – and you are winning, dear,” Eddie laughed as he swatted her again.

I heard the swish-swish of the wooden branch and some yelps from my aunt while the voices got closer. “That little twat is around here somewhere. I hope she didn’t escape!”

“I am over here, Uncle Eddie! And I am not a little twat!” I yelled out so that they could find me. The woods seemed endless from where I stood – ferns and pine trees in all directions, with little variation in any direction at this point in the forest.

“You’ve got some work to do if you want to be a big twat like your Aunt!” Eddie laughed as he adjusted direction to navigate to me.

“Why do you call them twats, Dad? Won’t it make them mad?” Austin asked as they stepped into my line of sight and approached me. Eddie and Kyler each had a thin wispy branch they cut from a tree and took turns swiping at Daisy’s ass. She walked with her ass sticking out – so that her back was arched and her tits hung down. Her legs were bound together about a foot apart – so she was hobbled and couldn’t run - only walk with difficulty. A rope was around her neck, and her youngest son led her like a donkey through the brush.

“They’ve got slits, not peckers – so they are twats because they were born with twats. They’d be mad no matter what we did – may as well have fun with it,” Eddie joked. The guys seemed to be relatively amused and in good spirits, but my aunt looked miserable and deeply humiliated – her face was red.

“You boys have your fun, I am a twat just for today, after this is all over – you caught me fair and square – but this is all over – you go back to minding what I say, got it?”

“Yes, Momma,” the boys said in tandem.

“Eddie?” Daisy asked her husband to confirm she agreed.

“I don’t mind what you say, I don’t DO what you tell me, but I don’t mind it at all,” he joked as he grabbed his wife by the scruff of her neck and held her up against the tree where I was bound. He started to tie her up so that she couldn’t move.

“You know what I mean, Eddie. You can tease me when you catch me, but after the glue wears off then we go back to normal,” she insisted.

“I thought you said that normal is a setting on a washing machine,” he laughed. I could tell from my aunt’s face that she wasn’t amused by the correction – but she also agreed with him.

“Touche’, you got me there, you big sweaty turd! We go back to you respecting my authority around the house – and not treating me like a dumb dog.”

“We are treating you like a deer we caught,” Eddie clarified. I noticed that he was using the switch on my aunt’s bald pussy as she bent over deep enough to expose her slit. She seethed in pain and writhed.

“You wouldn’t whip a deer’s pussy raw like that,” she shook her head in anguish, and bit her lip.

“Does it hurt to get whupped on your thing, Mom?” Austin asked with a trace of empathy between the giggles from him and his brother.

“No, it tickles. Just wait until I start whipping your nuts with a switch,” she sounded angry. Eddie whipped her again and my aunt dramatically arched her back, but she didn’t stop sticking her pussy out like a target.

“Don’t let this old dog’s crocodile tears fool you; her pussy lips are like leather – I’d have to hit a lot harder than this to make her really feel it! But watch what happens when I tickle her!”

Eddie began to tickle his wife’s ribs while her hands were stuck to her butt. My aunt’s glowering demeanor quickly evaporated, as she began to laugh hysterically, cursing Eddie for making her laugh her ass off.

“Tickle her until she can’t see straight,” Eddie commanded as he dove on her while she melted into the grass while laughing uncontrollably. Her sons joined in, one of them grabbing her foot and tickling the bottom and the other tickling her belly.

“Dammmmn it, I am going to piss myself, y’all quit, no fair! Go back to whipping my fat ass, now! Oh god, hooo-haaa-hah, all of you get off me, now – my tits are grinding in the-hah, hah, damnit, Eddie – don’t tickle my ass!”

Meanwhile, I remained bound to the tree, somberly watching the four of them go at it, laughing playfully but playing kind of rough. My aunt was tough, and she jerked and fought back with her knees at times, but the boys overwhelmed her – working together, they managed to control her body, and hold her down in the dirt while their father laid out a massive tickle-torture on her. It was strangely arousing to be forced to watch silently while the others had fun – and forgotten against the tree.

I fantasized that after they satisfied themselves playing around, they all went back in the cabin and left me out there until nightfall, as the sunset and crickets started chirping. I couldn’t turn my pussy off – why did being alone and forgotten turn me on so much? Why did being vulnerable and left outside where anyone could have me excite me?

“She really did piss! Oh shit!” Kyler finally announced, jumping out of the way.

“Serves you right if I got any on your pants,” his mother sneered between forced laughter. My aunt’s ribs were tickled pink and her composure had long since evaporated – she was now in pain because she was laughing so much.

“Are you going to be a good twat, or do we need to keep tickling you?” Eddie asked.

“Twat-light, okay?” My aunt gasped for air as she begged and negotiated for her husband to relent his onslaught of tickle.

“You have to answer to a puppy name for the rest of the night,” Eddie decided.

“Damn it, what’s the name?” my aunt began to compose herself as she rested flat on her back, legs apart, hands still glued to her ass.