Emily's Unconventional Aunt

Readers of the two previous stories in this series will know they were published under Taboo/Incest. This installment takes a different direction. While Aunt Shirley appears, she plays only a minor role, she is Emily's aunt by marriage, and no other family members are involved. I've therefore placed this story under Mind Control, which better reflects its themes, although it does include many other themes.

The story is set in Britain and deliberately explores class structures - the language and dialogue reflect that. Please read with that distinctly English context in mind.

Emily is nineteen, a law student, and this story follows on from her earlier 'training'. Here, we see her formal initiation ceremony into her aunt's Circle of elite friends.

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Emily was reclined in a chair that looked as if it had come from a dentist's surgery, her head cradled in the black leather headrest and her hands settled on its wide arm supports. The angle meant she was not quite sitting up and not quite lying down but suspended somewhere in between. A small screen mounted on an extended metal arm in front of her displayed a spiral, turning slowly, endlessly.

Across the room, Dr Dravnik sat behind his desk, his fingers laced, and a half-empty decanter of wine at his elbow. Lady Shirley stood behind him with her arms folded. She had positioned herself so that she had a clear view of her niece.

Emily's eyelids flickered. The spiral still held her focus although she was surfacing now, coming back slowly from wherever the hypnosis had taken her.

Dravnik glanced up. Lady Shirley gave a small nod, uncrossed her arms, and smiled. Emily's training was complete and just one final ritual remained. Dr Dravnik leaned forward slightly.

"Emily," he said firmly. "Can you hear me?"

"Yes," Emily murmured, her voice distant and dreamy.

"Excellent. You've done well this afternoon. Very well." His fingers rested beneath his chin. "Do you remember what we discussed? About the final step?"

"The bonding ritual," Emily whispered.

"Yes. The bonding ritual." Dravnik's eyes glanced at Lady Shirley, who nodded again.

"You understand what this means? What you're ready for?"

"I'm ready," Emily said, though her conscious mind didn't fully grasp what she was agreeing to.

Dravnik stood slowly and moved around his desk. Lady Shirley crossed to a heavy velvet curtain at the end of the room.

"Emily, dear," her aunt said steadily. "It's time to complete your initiation. The distinguished gentlemen are waiting to welcome you properly."

Emily's brow furrowed slightly. Confusion breaking through the trance.

"Come," Lady Shirley said, extending her hand. "Come and see."

Emily rose on unsteady legs, everything feeling soft-edged and dreamlike. She took her aunt's hand and let herself be guided to the curtain. Lady Shirley pulled it aside.

Beyond it lay the doctor's inner sanctum.. It was a room Emily had never seen before, extending back into deep shadows. Peering into the dim lighting Emily could make out a wide chaise longue in deep burgundy velvet in the centre of the room, a small table beside it with wine, glasses, and oils in delicate bottles.

And there, standing in the centre, were the three distinguished gentlemen, looking not dissimilar to the Colonel who'd taken her virginity a few weeks earlier, and who had invited her for an afternoon of debauchery at his mansion, or the Major who had been present that afternoon. Her eyes adjusted slowly and the men came properly into focus.

"Emily, remember your manners," her aunt said softly. "These distinguished gentlemen are here to assess your progress."

"I'm very pleased to meet you," Emily managed, executing a small curtsy and trying not to stumble on her wobbly legs.

"Welcome, Emily." A silver haired man stepped forward. "We're here to welcome you properly into the Circle."

Emily stood in the doorway, holding her aunt's hand, her mind still pleasantly foggy and yet her heart hammered so loudly she feared the distinguished gentlemen might hear it.

"May I introduce myself and my colleagues?" the man continued. "I'm Lord Pemberton. This is Dr Ashworth." A shorter man with spectacles and neat beard bowed slightly. "And this is Sir Charles."

Sir Charles was the tallest, and the eldest. He was early seventies perhaps, with white hair, and an aristocratic manner. He inclined his head graciously.

"We're honoured to conduct your initiation, my dear," he said. "Lady Shirley has spoken most highly of your progress."

"Thank you, Sir Charles." Emily replied. A surge of dark anticipation coursed through her veins. There was something deeply seductive about putting herself in the hands of these distinguished mature gentlemen, allowing them to do whatever they wanted to her.

"Come in properly, my dear," Lady Shirley encouraged, guiding Emily deeper into the sanctum. "Don't be shy."

Lord Pemberton allowed himself a moment to appreciate the sight before him. The girl was very pretty, bright blue eyes and long blonde hair that reached her waist - just as the Colonel and the Major had described.

They had been quite effusive about their afternoon with her, and Pemberton had listened with growing interest at the club. And now here she stood, her eyes still hazy from Dravnik's hypnosis, her body ready to be initiated.

Pemberton kept his expression professionally neutral, but beneath his tailored trousers, he felt his cock twitch, and a swell of dark excitement threatened to engulf him. It was pre-determined that soon, very soon, he'd be inside this tight little filly, feeling her stretch around him, hearing her gasp. But for now, he must show patience and observe the due protocols of the ritual.

Dravnik had followed them through the curtain and had positioned himself in the corner of the sanctum, glass in hand. He sipped his wine and watched Pemberton perform his little theatrical introduction. Dravnik did not like Pemberton terribly much. He found Pemberton's approach too staged, always so careful to seem gentlemanly, so concerned with propriety and ritual. It amused Dravnik. Pemberton wanted to fuck the girl just as badly as Dravnik himself did - probably more, given how he'd been salivating over her for the last year.

Dravnik was content to wait though. By the time Pemberton and his colleagues were finished with her, she'd be thoroughly used - perfect for his own purposes. He enjoyed taking them later when they were exhausted, as the effects of the trance were fading, and they were too tired to resist what he did to them.

"Now then, Emily," Lord Pemberton said kindly. "We understand from Lady Shirley that you are a willing participant in tonight's proceedings. Is that correct?"

"Oh yes, sir," Emily said, a sweet blush colouring her cheeks. "Very much. I'm quite excited, actually," she admitted, speaking with the enthusiasm of a schoolgirl, despite being 19 years of age and a year into her law degree. "You see, I've only experienced two cocks at the same time before - the Colonel's and the Major's - but tonight I'll have three. Or perhaps more?" She glanced towards Dravnik with curiosity, her head tilting slightly.

"Perhaps later, my dear," he said, adjusting his collar.

"Oh." Emily sounded almost disappointed, but then she added, perhaps rather lewdly. "Well, three is still wonderful. My friend Naomi told me she'd had five cocks at once, at a garden party last summer. It sounded terribly exciting."

The men smiled warmly, inclining their heads, as though fascinated by her tale. The girl spoke without guile as if it were perfectly ordinary that one should be discussing cocks in this way.

The three distinguished gentlemen had, of course, all been at that particular garden party, and had very much enjoyed Emily's friend - so three of the five cocks had been theirs - not that they would be admitting that right now. But how lovely it would be, they all thought privately, to invite Emily along to the next garden party where she could encounter as many cocks as she liked!

"Naomi said when you have so many cocks," Emily was continuing, revelling in the men's rapt attention, "you can have one in your mouth and one in your... cunt... and one somewhere else," she blushed but carried on, "and it feels absolutely amazing. So, I've been quite hoping ... is that what we'll be doing tonight?"

"Not in your bottom tonight dear," Lady Shirley interjected. She didn't want Emily getting too overdone - there would be time enough for anal penetration in due course. "But your cunny and your mouth will certainly be used."

"Indeed Emily, your aunt is quite right. Now we just need your verbal confirmation, please, my dear," Pemberton managed, his voice slightly strained as he adjusted his bulge in his trousers, "that you understand what the bonding ritual entails? That we will need to examine you? To assess your readiness both physically and... temperamentally?"

"Oh yes, I understand completely," Emily said with earnest sincerity. "But can I ask a question? Is it normal to feel excited? I think I'm already getting wet."

In his dark corner Dravnik nearly laughed. This was quite perfect. The girl had literally no filter left, no sense of what should or shouldn't be said. Pemberton, he noticed, looked like he might come in his trousers just from listening to her talk.

Lady Shirley stepped forward, her hand gentle on Emily's shoulder. "Emily, darling, perhaps let the gentlemen ask their questions rather than chattering on?"

"Yes, sorry. I'm just a bit excited." Emily bit her lip, looking apologetic.

Pemberton cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. "That's... that's quite all right, my dear. Your enthusiasm is most... refreshing. And to answer your question," he continued, his voice slightly hoarse, "yes, it's quite normal to feel aroused during the examination. In fact, it's desirable. It shows you are right for the Circle."

"Oh good," Emily said with evident relief. "Naomi said I shouldn't worry about getting wet or making sounds. Is that true?"

"Quite true," Sir Charles interjected, his own arousal evident despite his composure. "We very much appreciate natural responses."

Despite his kindness, Sir Charles was getting a little weary of the girl's chat and wondered if his colleagues were having the same thought as he -- that if she kept up this incessant chattering, they might have to gag her. Of course, a tie or a scarf wouldn't do, it would simply make for one less hole to penetrate. What was most effective was to pop their cocks in her mouth. His penis twitched and stiffened.

"Well then," Lord Pemberton was saying, his voice tight, "since you're so willing and enthusiastic Emily, shall we begin?"

"Yes, Lord Pemberton, I would like that very much," Emily said, her cheeks warming.

God, he wanted to feel that young cunt wrapped around his cock, wanted to hear her moan, wanted to mark her as his. But first, the examination, the formalities, the gradual build up - it made the eventual taking all the sweeter.

"Good girl." Pemberton smiled, his pulse quickening. "Now, would you undress for us, my dear? Completely, if you please. Leave nothing on at all. You can pop your clothes here on this chair."

Emily's hands went to the buttons of her blouse. She undressed carefully, she slipped her blouse from her shoulders and unhooked her bra, releasing her pale round breasts. There was a murmur of appreciation from the room. She then bent down and undid her plimsolls and set them aside. Next, she slipped off her skirt, her little pink panties and her socks, and placed them all on the chair, as Pemberton had instructed.

Now she was naked, standing on the thick carpet of the hypnotist's inner sanctum, before the assembled guests. Pemberton's breath quickened. Fuck, what a sight! Her smooth pale skin, her firm breasts - perfectly proportioned against her narrow waist, slender hips and slim legs. And between those legs, there was that tight little pussy that soon he'd be stretching open. Christ... she was exquisite, he thought to himself as his cock throbbed against his trousers, demanding to be released.

"You are a delightful specimen," Dr Ashworth observed in his clinical and detached way, noting to himself how Emily's nipples tightened under their gaze.

He walked around her, thinking to himself how superb she was from behind too. That pert little arse, unmarked except for some fading traces of what looked like a birching - he was curious about that, he did enjoy seeing a young bottom disciplined. He wondered who had administered the punishment, Lady Shirley perhaps? He wanted to grip those cheeks, spread them, see everything. But he knew for now he must be patient - let events unfold in the correct manner.

Pemberton was already imagining bending Emily over, taking her from behind, making her squeal. But his touch also remained clinical and professional as he moved forward and cupped both her pale breasts in his hands, his thumbs brushing her nipples as Emily bit her lip and looked up at him through her lashes.

"You are very responsive," he noted smiling down at her with approval, as a deep pink blush spread down her neck to her breasts. His hands moved lower, across her ribs, her waist, then around to cup her bottom.

"I see some fading marks here?" His finger traced the remnants of the birching.

"From her training," Lady Shirley explained. "She took the birch very well."

"Did she indeed?" Sir Charles stepped closer, examining the faint stripes with interest. He was always attentive to a nicely disciplined bottom. "How many strokes, my dear?" he asked Emily, peering at her bottom through his glasses.

"I... I lost count, sir. Twenty, perhaps? Maybe more," Emily replied.

"And you took them without complaint?"

"Yes, Sir Charles. Although it really hurt and I cried a bit."

"I'm sure you did." Sir Charles's hand stroked the faded welts with appreciation. "It's normal to weep a little, but a girl who can take punishment is a valuable asset to the Circle. There are several gentlemen amongst us, and in fact some ladies too, who often require a nice bottom to thrash. Me included!" He laughed, and the other distinguished gentlemen all chuckled appreciatively.

Dr Ashworth had moved to stand before Emily. "Open your mouth, Emily. Pop your tongue out for me. That's it. Good girl."

Emily extended her tongue while Dr Ashworth peered into her mouth as though conducting a dental examination.

"We have worked a great deal on her deepthroat skills," Aunt Shirley commented. "She can accommodate considerable depth without excessive gagging."

"We shall test that presently," Dr Ashworth said, stepping back. "Now, my dear, please lie on the chaise. On your back, knees bent, feet flat on the bed."

Emily positioned herself as instructed, feeling the velvet soft against her bare skin.

"Legs apart, please," Lord Pemberton said gently. "Don't be modest now."

Emily let her knees fall open, exposing herself completely to the room. Dravnik took a slurp of his wine - although he had penetrated the girl's mouth on several occasions, he had not, as yet, ventured near her cunt and this was in fact the first time he'd had the opportunity to see it. It was, as he had imagined, delightful, neat and pink and already glistening with arousal. His cock twitched at the sight, and he watched the three distinguished gentlemen move closer, studying Emily's displayed sex with evident interest.

"What a delightful pussy," Sir Charles observed. "So wet and tight. What fortunate gentlemen we all are."

It was perhaps unnecessary, however, Dr Ashworth proceeded to take one of the coloured bottles of oil from the low table next to the chaise, poured some of the contents into his hand and rubbed them over his fingers. He then knelt down between Emily's splayed thighs and spread her outer pussy lips. The other two distinguished gentlemen peered closer. The doctor then spread her labia, rubbing, probing and examining her glistening folds with thorough attention.

"She's naturally lubricated and responding very well already," he announced as he dipped a finger into her hole, making Emily gasp. She was indeed terribly aroused; her body primed for penetration, partly from the hypnosis but mostly from her objectification at the hands of the three distinguished gentlemen. Being made to undress and forced to lay exhibited before them gave her a low ache of desire deep in her belly.

From his corner, Dravnik watched with curiosity. He observed Pemberton's poorly concealed hunger, saw the way the bulge in his trousers stiffened as he watched Ashworth finger the girl, getting as far in as he could - well, she wasn't a virgin after all. Pemberton was maintaining his gentlemanly facade, but Dravnik knew and understood the beast that lurked beneath the respectable exterior.

"Tight!" Ashworth announced, making everyone jump slightly by his sudden declaration, "but not excessively so. The girl will accommodate us all comfortably." He added a second finger and then a third, testing her ability to take more and Emily's pussy instinctively clenched around the intrusion. "Good muscle control as well."

Ashworth withdrew his fingers that were now glossy with Emily's pussy cream and held them up to the light. "She's absolutely dripping so very stimulated, I'd say."

"Marvellous," Lord Pemberton smiled down at Emily. "I think we're satisfied with the examination, gentlemen. Shall we proceed to the oral assessment? Would you assist her to a kneeling position Lady Shirley?"

Lady Shirley crossed to the chaise and helped lift Emily's naked body off the chaise and positioned her in a kneeling position on the carpet in front of the three standing gentlemen.

"Now then, my dear," Pemberton said, his hand coming to rest gently on Emily's head, though what he wanted to do was grip that blonde hair and force his cock down her throat. "We're going to expose ourselves to you. You've seen male anatomy before so this should be of no surprise to you."

"Yes, sir. The Colonel and the Major, and ..." Emily hesitated.

"And others during your training. Good. Then you won't be shocked." Pemberton was glad to be unbuttoning his trousers, able at last to release his aching cock. "But you've not seen three male organs simultaneously, have you?"

"No, sir."

This pleased Pemberton. The idea that this would be a new experience for the girl, that he was expanding her horizons, appealed to the educationalist in him. He opened his trousers, reached inside, and drew out his penis, fully erect now, all eight inches throbbing with need, the head already slick with precum.

Beside him, Ashworth was doing the same, his organ slightly shorter but considerably thicker, uncircumcised, the foreskin sliding back to reveal the glistening helmet beneath. Sir Charles was the last to expose himself, and even Pemberton had to admire the old man's endowment. Long, slightly curved upwards, and still impressively hard despite his age.

"Three cocks for you to service, my dear," Pemberton said, stroking his vertical member. "Are you ready to show us what you've learned?"

"Oh yes, sir," Emily breathed, her eyes fixed on the three male organs now standing upright before her. She leaned forward, and chose Dr Ashworth's first, her hand wrapping around the thick shaft, and took the head into her mouth.

From her position observing, Lady Shirley smiled with satisfaction. "Relax your throat, my dear," she called out. "Remember what you've been taught."

Emily adjusted, and as she worked it with her mouth, she was soon dribbling saliva down her chin and over Dr Ashworth's cock as she slid his shaft deeper down her throat.

"That's it," he groaned. "Just like that. God, your throat..." His breathing became heavier.