And for almost twenty years Elaine had never liked men, and she hated sex, but she had used her sexy body and beautiful face to get everything she had.

She enjoyed the power her beauty gave her over men. She had made powerful men grovel at her feet. Even today she had been exercising, working out on her expensive gymnastics equipment to keep her most important asset in shape. Now she was tied to her five-hundred-dollar exercise bike as though she was some sheep ready to be slaughtered.

"Got a little Halloween party planned, Aunt Elaine," Peter said, closing his hand over one of her full, firm tits. "We're going to have some real fun with you."

Elaine started to answer, but before she could open her mouth, he had grabbed the collar of her V neck bodysuit and ripped it down. Roger stepped up beside him and tore at the back of the cotton jersey, stripping it from her squirming body.

In an instant she was left with only her bra and panties, and a moment later the boys had stripped those off her too. Only Steve held back, watching the assault on his aunt with wide, wondering eyes.

Elaine directed her pleas to him. "Please, Steve, run and get help! If this is stopped right now, I'll forget it, but if either of them touches me again, then you'll all have to pay!"

"Shit, Aunt Elaine," the boy replied, a wide smile spreading across his face. "Dad told us that's what you say to all the guys."

The boys stepped back to look over their captive aunt's body, and Peter vented a long, low whistle. They all knew that their aunt was a sexy bitch, but she was always wearing fancy clothes and makeup that Peter had thought would make any woman look good. She was thirty years old, just a few years younger than their dad, and Peter had figured that when she was stripped those big tits would sag a little, that her full ass would do some drooping. He could hardly believe how wrong he'd been.