I finished this one a few days ago, but I wasn't planning in posting it. A few people have already read it, and one of them told me to upload it here, telling me she liked it, so we will see.

Its quiet long, as there is a plot there, but if you just want to go straight into the sex it starts on the second half. As always, let me know what you think if it (good or bad)!

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tags: F/f, cons, non-cons, first, lesbian, anal, piss, toys, rape, bagging, snuff

disclaimer: This story is entirely fictional, along with all characters and events described in it. Any resemblance with real life is just a coincidence. Harming another human being is wrong and in no way I am trying to convey the opposite. Please, don't do anything like this!

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I woke up in the middle of the night, screaming and covered in sweat. It was still raining softly outside and the room was cold and dark. Pulling the duvet under my nose I turned on the lamp I had by the bed.

The dim light was barely enough to fill the room, allowing me to see that I was still alone, through the door that led to the hallway was open, and beyond it there was only darkness.

Whipping the tears from my face, I started sobbing as I tried to remember the nightmare that had woke me up, but it seemed to fade more and more with every second. Cursing myself I grabbed the notepad I kept on the bedside table and I wrote what little I could remember of it.

When I couldn't remember anything else, I pushed the notepad away, and I buried myself under the duvet, trembling in fear. Promising that tomorrow I would finally check the basement, I tried to get back to sleep, but it was a long time before I could.

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Almost a year ago I found out my aunt Jennifer had died of a heart attack. She was only 55 years old, and while I haven't seen her in a while, we used to talk on the phone for hours as I told her about the books I was working on. We were the only family we had left.

My parents had died 5 years ago, a few days before my 25th birthday. They were driving back from one of their friends party, and my dad lost control of the car. He skidded out of the road, right into a tree that split the car in two, killing them both. He had been drinking, and while one of his friend had told him not to drive, he insisted, telling him we was just fine.

I took a few days off from my work and I drove all the way back to the town where she lived, remembering all the time I had spent with her. The funeral was a simple affair as she had few friends, and no family beside me, but I felt better after it was done.

The next day I met her lawyer, and fat old man that always seemed to be smoking. Since she had no other family, I inherited the house, which had never occurred to me. He said the paperwork should take some time, but he gave me the keys to the house and told me that I could move in whenever I wanted.

Stunned I drove to the house, feeling a little nervous. I had never owned anything more expensive than my old car. But I loved the place. It was where I had spent most of my childhood and now it was mine.

It was a 30 minute drive from the town, following a series of dirt roads that got worse and worse the further you went. A thick forest lined the sides of the road as I got closer, and right at the end, was the house.

It was an old wooden cabin that was built in a small clearing in the forest. It had two floors and four rooms, though there was only one bathroom. A huge basement sat under most of the house, and to one side my aunt had later built a shed where she stored firewood and a few tools. On the back there was a small trail that led to the lake, 100 yards away from the house. You could see the water between the trees from the living room.

I parked my car in front of the house, turning off the engine before I got out. A flood of emotions overwhelmed me as I sat on the hood, just looking at it as I remembered the last summer I had spent there. It wasn't long before I started crying.

Fifteen years was too long, and only now I realized how much I had missed the place. Around me I could hear the wind in the trees and the birds singing, the waves breaking in the lake in the background.

I used to come here every weekend when I was younger, as we were living in the town back then. But when my dad got a new job 1000 miles away, we had to move. I told them I wanted to stay, and my aunt even told them I could stay with her, but they insisted and in the end I said goodbye to all my friends and we moved away.

Pulling the keys out of my pocket, I went inside. The house was just as I remembered it, thought there were hundreds of painting all over the place. Jennifer had been a prolific painter for all her life, and while she never became famous, she made a living out of it.

I walked around the place, feeling a little uncomfortable as I watched her life, just as it had been the morning she died. Her clothes were still in her room, her toothbrush in the bathroom. The dirty dishes from her breakfast were still in the sink, just where she left them.

But now it was mine, and I knew that I had an opportunity that I couldn't pass up.

Back then I was living in a small rented studio apartment in the city. It was way too small for me, and also crazy expensive for what it was. A year ago I wouldn't have been able to move away, but I was writing freelance, so I only needed an internet connection and the house had one, albeit a slow one.

It was a huge leap for me, and it made me nervous, but that afternoon as I watched the sun setting behind the trees I knew I had to move.

I threw all the food she had, knowing I wouldn't be back in a while and then I moved all her stuff to one of the smaller rooms, leaving the main room for me. I locked the house when I left, and I drove back to my apartment, already making a plan.

In the end it took me almost two months to move, as there was more to arrange that what I thought at first. The final paperwork that made the house mine came just a few days before I moved in, and after I had signed I felt happier than ever before.

The move itself was easy. I rented a trailer, and after loading all my stuff in the back I drove away. Once in the house I unpacked everything, moving what remained of my aunt’s stuff into the same room as before, promising that I would take care of it later. Besides the paintings she had a couple of hundred DVD's with all kinds of pirated movies. They were all labeled with her long, flowing scrip, and every few nights I took one out to watch in my computer, just before I went to sleep.

When I had time I started checking the paintings she had left around, hanging the ones I liked most from the walls until the place looked like an art gallery. She mostly painted landscapes and birds, but among them I was shocked to find a few nudes.

They were all young girls and they were all completely naked, though they were posing in such a way that you couldn't really see anything. Most were looking away from the viewer, but one caught my eye. She was looking straight at me, looking slightly uncomfortable as she sat on a couch, her legs folded under her body and her arm covering her breasts. After a minute I realized it was the same couch that was in the living room.

She had never mentioned those, but by the dust they had on they must have been pretty old. I tried to find a date, but there wasn't one, and after a while I moved them to one corner, as I felt uncomfortable watching them.

A change of air did me good, and after setting up a small office in one of the rooms, I got back to work on my book. After college I had started ghost writing for a few publishing houses. Mostly short stories, but when I had free time I started working on my own book. It took me almost five years to complete and another one to get it published. I remember how proud I was when I got the first print copies, and how nervous I felt when it was finally on sale.

It was a horror story, a bit clichéd maybe, but in a good way. It wasn't a bestseller by any means, but it sold decent numbers, and more importantly it pushed me to start working on another one, hoping to improve on the first.

My aunt had always been the one to cheer me on, unlike my parent who always said that I should study something better paid. She said that I should always write what I felt like writing, though she was surprised at first when I told her I liked to write horror stories.

I never believed in anything supernatural, but I did have a very vivid imagination, and when I was a kid I was fascinated by the horror genre. I was a big fan of Stephen king, but I would devour anything I could get my hands on.

It felt a bit sad writing without her input, but I pushed on, and after a while pages started flying and I wrote almost every day. My office was small, but it had two windows, both looking out into the forest. Whenever I got stuck on something, I would push off the desk, stretching my arms high over my head as I watched the trees.

A month after moving in, the house felt like home, and I couldn't imagine living anywhere else. It felt isolated without being too far from civilization, it had internet, and most important of all it was quiet. The closest house was a 5 minute walk away, and it was a summer house so it empty most of the year.

When the summer arrived I started walking in the afternoons, after I had finished working. I would follow the countless trails around the forest, or if the way was nice I would take my laptop to the lake, and I would write as kids played on the other shore, closer to the town.

Everything was perfect, and I wished for it to stay like that forever. But that is when the nightmares started.

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The next morning I woke up, decided to put an end to in once and for all. After breakfast I grabbed a flashlight and I went to the back of the house, where the door to the basement leaned against the house.

There was a big padlock on the outside, and I never found the key. Knowing I had to get inside, I went to the shed and I grabbed an old steel pipe that was lying around. I managed to push it under the shackle, and after pulling from it, the lock snapped in two.

Throwing the pipe away, I pulled the doors opened and I stood in front of the stairs.

The inside was a dark abyss, and my flashlight only managed to reach the bottom. Swallowing nervously, I went down, taking the steps one at a time as they creaked loudly under my weight. Once in the bottom I realized that aunt Jennifer had covered the windows with some rags, blocking all the light. I pulled them out one by one, feeling better as the sunlight flooded the room.

I had expected to find something awful down there, but besides a few shelves full of old tools and boxes and a single battered sawhorse, the place was empty. It was just one big room, that smelled of mildew and dust.

Feeling somehow disappointed, I looked around the place, but there was nothing that stood out. I checked the shelves before I left, just out of curiosity, and I found a few jars of homemade jam that looked to be way too old to still be edible and a box full of DVD boxes.

Unlike the one that I found before, this ones were labeled with dates, written neatly on the discs. With no idea of what I could find in them, I took them upstairs and I went out for a walk. When I got back a few hours later, I had completely forgotten about the box, and it was only when I went to the kitchen to make myself some dinner that I remembered it.

Thinking I would find some boring home made movies, I made myself some dinner and I went to my room. I sat on the bed and I picked one at random, loading it on my laptop.

A view of the living room and the couch appeared on the screen, thought the couch appeared to be much newer. On it there was a girl, maybe 12 years old, completely naked. She was sitting awkwardly in front of the camera, covering her body as much as she could.

“Noooo…” I whispered to the screen as I watched in horror.

Then the camera shook as something bumped it, and the girl looked up. She looked scared, her eyes looking above the camera before she got up. Her arms hung besides her, leaving her body exposed to the camera, and I could see her trembling in shame as she looked away.

I could hear someone's breathing, slow and deep, close to the camera, and a moment later the camera shook again. A woman appeared on the screen, walking toward the girl with her back towards the camera. She was tall and big bodied without being fat. She had long brown hair, and even before I could see her face I knew who she was.

On the screen, she stopped next to the girl, grabbing her hand as she led her to the couch. Aunt Jennifer turned around, sitting on the couch as she made the naked girl sit in her lap. Holding my breath, I saw her looking into the camera as she smiled, just before she moved her hand between her legs.

I stopped the video in horror, pushing the laptop of me as I ran downstairs, pulling my hair.

“Nooo! Nooooo! Nooo! It can’t be! Ohhh god, it can’t be!” I screamed in panic.

I felt sick, and soon I started hyperventilating. The room started spinning around me when I saw the couch, and with the image still burning in my mind, I barely managed to stumble outside before I started puking. I dropped to the floor, my head hanging down as I kept puking until my throat felt raw and my stomach was empty.

Once it was over I rolled to the side, wiping my face with the back of my hand. I started crying and sobbing hysterically as I thought about the video.

“No! How could you!” I stammered.

I tried to deny it, telling myself that it wasn't what it looked like. But I knew that it was just a lie. I don't know how long I laid on the floor, but eventually I managed to calm myself enough that I was able to get up. It was cold outside, and I was shivering by the time I made it back inside.

I started sobbing when I saw the couch again, but I went back up into my room. The laptop was laying on the bed, the screen mercifully off, and I hesitated by the door. I wanted nothing more than to run, to put everything away, but I knew I would never be able to do it. Instead I walked slowly towards the bed and I grabbed my laptop.

Sitting on the edge, I woke my laptop again, and the video appeared again. Aunt Jennifer was still smiling to the camera, her hand between the girl's legs as she looked away in shame. With a trembling hand, I hit play again, and I watched in horror as she started touching her.

The girl squirmed in my aunt’s lap, as her fingers were deep inside her pussy. A few minutes later, the girl started shuddering and I watched as she came in front of the camera.

Looking satisfied, my aunt got up, grabbing the camera in her hands.

“Sit on the floor, over there.” she ordered the girl, who obeyed her sullenly.

Once on the floor, she made her lay back, telling her to keep her legs open. The camera moved between them, giving me a close-up of the undeveloped pussy.

“Pull them apart, just how I showed you before.” she told her.

Like before the girl obeyed her, pulling her lips apart with one hand. The pussy was a light pink color, and even in the poor light I could see she was wet.

Pulling away, she started directing the little girl into a few different poses, filming her body from every angle. The girl obeyed her without question, but her face looked red with shame and I could see tears falling down her face.

Chuckling behind the camera, my aunt turned away, placing the camera on a tripod , pointed towards the girl. Then she walked back to her, stepping over her head, before she crouched over her face.

“Nooo, please, not again!” the girl pleaded weakly.

“Shut up, Andy!” Jennifer said a moment later, her pussy hovering a few inches over the girl.

Then she grabbed her head, holding it down as she lowered herself on the girl's face. She started moving her hips from side to side as the girl struggled under her. From time to time I saw her moving out for just a moment, only long enough for the girl to get her breath back, before she forced her pussy on her face again.

After a while I saw her face glistening with my aunt’s juices. She was sobbing too, but my aunt didn't seem to care. On the background, I could hear the desperate girls moans of disgust as she her pussy.

“Ohhhh, I am so close!” she moaned before she lowered herself once more.

The girl resumed her work, but this time my aunt kept her there, holding her down when she started struggling. She had her eyes closed and her mouth hung open in concentration.

“Ohhhhhhh…” she moaned just before I saw her body rocking in pleasure as she finally came.

Too weak to hold herself in place, she fell back onto her ass, as the poor girl breathed desperately. Free to move, she rolled to one side, wiping her face with the back of her hand before she hugged her knees to her chest. She started rocking her body slowly as she cried.

My aunt got up shakily, and with a smile in her face she looked straight into the camera before she turned it off.

The video started replaying from the beginning, but I couldn't face it again. I stopped it, pulling the disc out before I closed the laptop. I held the disc in my hand, looking at the metallic surface as I thought about the rest of them. There must have been fifty more discs in there, and I didn't have any doubt about what I would find in them.

Unable to face another video like that, I slowly laid on the bed, and just as the girl on the video, I hugged my knees to my chest and I started crying.

I woke up the next day, feeling exhausted. My face was puffy from crying all night and my eyes were bloodshot red. I wasn't hungry, but I couldn't stay in bed anymore. Instead I grabbed my laptop, and the box of DVD’s and I went into the kitchen. I sat at the table, and after plugging the computer into the wall, I picked another disc at random.

Then I stopped as I started trembling just as I was to hit play. I didn't want to face what was inside them, but I also knew that I had to know what she had done.

I started watching the video, crying the whole time as she abused another girl. She looked a bit older than the first one, but just as scared as my aunt filmed her nude body. Halfway down the video, Jennifer sat on the couch, her legs spread open to the camera, before the girl kneeled on the floor between them. Without having to be told, she buried her face between them as my aunt held her in place, moaning softly from time to time.

Disc after disc, I watched with growing horror as she abused at least five different girls. A couple appeared only once, other appeared many times. In one of the videos she forced two of the girls onto each other, making them perform a 69 on the floor as the youngest one cried in fear. They looked remarkably similar, and for a moment I wondered if they were sisters.

I had no clue as to who they were, and only in a few of the videos she mentioned their first names. As I flipped through the remaining disc, I checked the dates. The oldest seemed to be almost 25 years old, and it had obviously been copied from a VHS, as the image quality was awful. The newest one was only a couple of years old, from two summers ago. I left that one aside and I picked up one marked “July 2000 H”.

I slipped the disc into the laptop, already trembling in anticipation as I waited for it to load.

But what appeared on the screen was much worse than before. Like before, a girl was standing in front of the couch, dressed in a blue summer dress and black shoes, She was short and slim, with long blond hair and big green eyes. She looked embarrassed to be in front of the camera.

“Helen, why don't you take of that dress?” Jennifer asked the girl, and on the screen, I saw my younger self nodding just before I pulled my dress over my head.

“Oh, shit! Nooooo” Please, no! It can't be!” I screamed in panic just before I slammed the laptop shut.

I ran outside again, desperate to breathe fresh air as my whole life crumbled around me. I kept running as far as I could, until I was deep in the forest, and when I ran out of air I fell on my knees, hugging myself as I started sobbing hysterically.

I started cursing my aunt for everything she had done, until my throat started to hurt, and then I just cried.

An hour later I dragged myself inside the house. I sat on the kitchen table once more, and I opened the laptop. The video started playing where it had stopped, and I stood in front of the camera, wearing my shoes a pair of white cotton panties.

“Those too, Helen, you know this.” my aunt said to me.

“Yes, aunt Jen.” I answered obediently as I slipped my shoes and my panties off.

Once I was naked, I sat on the couch, leaving my hips right on the edge as I laid back. Unlike the others, I didn't look scared. Instead I was smiling, almost eager for what would happen next.

On the screen, I heard my aunt grunting in satisfaction and then she appeared on the screen, naked as I was. She walked towards me, and she knelt on the floor just as I opened up my legs.

I held my breath as she lowered her face between my legs, and she started eating my pussy. I felt my skin crawling with revulsion as I watched her abusing me, thought in the screen I was moaning in pleasure.

“Ohhhhhh, god.... no…” I moaned weakly as I watched the screen.

A few minutes later I saw myself cumming as I pulled from my aunt's hair, holding her between my legs as I shuddered in pleasure. When it was over I laid on the couch, a smile on my face as my aunt laughed softly.

When I managed to recover Jennifer moved the camera, pointing it at the floor before disappearing. A moment later I appeared on the screen again, my pussy dripping down my thighs as I stood shyly by the floor. Oblivious to the camera, I ran a finger between my pussy lips and I sucked it clean, moaning softly.

“Get on all fours, Helen.” my aunt ordered me.

On the screen I nodded once before I did as she told me. My aunt reappeared on the screen, wearing an old style strapon made of black leather. The straps hugged her hips and her ass, and on the front there was a long flesh colored dildo. It must have been at least 8 inches long and an inch and a half in diameter, way too big for a child like me, but when she kneeled behind me I looked back, and I smiled.

“Do you want this?” she asked me, waiving the dildo in the air..

“Yeeeessss.” I moaned as I closed my eyes, resting my face on the wooden floor.

Smiling, she grabbed my hips in one hand, and the dildo in the other. I trembled in anticipation as I waited for her to rape me, but when she pressed the tip between my pussy lips, it slid past them easily. It obviously wasn't the first time she had used that thing on me.

I watched in horror as my aunt started fucking me in front of the camera while I moaned, louder and louder with every passing second.

“Do you like this, Helen? Do you like it when I fuck you like a slut?” she asked me in between grunts.

“Mmmmmm, yeeeesss aunt Jen!” my then 13 years old self moaned back.

A few minutes later I saw myself cumming for the second time in minutes. I started shuddering on the floor as my aunt tried to push the dildo even deeper inside me. But she pushed too hard, and she slipped on the floor, burying the whole length inside me as she fell on top of me.

I screamed in pain, but she held me down, laughing as she called me a baby.

When it was over she pulled out from me, and I saw my juices dripping from the dildo. My aunt made a show of looking into the camera before she smiled.

“Look at the mess you made on my new dildo, Helen!” she cried in mock outrage. “You better clean it up quick!”

On the screen I looked behind me, and after a brief struggle I managed to get on all four again. I turned around, crawling towards her, and once I was in front of her I started running my tongue over the dildo as I liked it clean of my juices. Above me, my aunt simply watched, fondling her breasts.

A minute later she told me to stop, and she undid the straps, dropping the dildo to the floor. I smiled in front of her before I picked it up, and I clumsily put it on me. She had to help me with a few of the straps, but after a minute, the dildo was sticking in front of my body, looking grotesquely big.

Jennifer laid on the floor, facing up as I crawled between her open legs.

“Put it in me, baby. Fill my pussy!” she screamed on the screen as I started fucking her.

I was painfully inexperienced with it, so I didn't really know what to do. My movements were erratic and from time to time I could see myself pushing it sideways into her pussy. It must have been brutally painful for her, but she didn't seem to care. She laid on the floor with her eyes closed, fondling her breasts as she moaned softly.

“Faster…” she moaned a moment later, and I did as I was told, pushing the dildo inside her as fast as I could.

Moments later she came, lifting her hips from the floor as she screamed loudly, making me jump on my seat.

When she stopped moving I pulled out of her pussy, the dildo shining from her juices, and I laid on the floor next to her as she tried to catch her breath. I saw her turning her head around, kissing me on my lips before she slid an arm under my head.

The video ended a moment later, with both of us still laying on the floor as my aunt recovered from her orgasm. In my kitchen, I stood paralyzed, my eyes frozen open as I watched the screen.

I couldn't believe that it had happened. How could I forget something like that? I wiped my face with the back of my hand and I flipped through the remaining discs. There were another four with the letter H next to the date, ranging from the year 2000 to 2002, when I moved away. I pulled them out, leaving them aside for the time being as I wasn't sure I could see another one with me in it.

Instead I grabbed the oldest one I could find, and I started watching the rest by date. By the time I got to the first video I appeared on it was already dark outside and I was mentally exhausted.

I wasn't sure how many different girls were on the videos, but there were at least 8, maybe more. And then I remembered that I had to count myself in.

With trembling hands, I picked the oldest of my videos, and I started watching it. I appeared on the screen again, wearing only a pair of white cotton panties and with my hair tied in a long ponytail behind my back.

This time I wasn't smiling though. Instead I looked uncomfortably away as my aunt told me to pose for her, making me expose my body until finally she told me to take my panties off. I reluctantly pulled them down, leaving me completely naked.

Then my aunt sat on the couch, forcing me onto her lap and she started touching me, slipping her fingers between my legs despite my protests. I could see myself crying as she held me down, and I could hear a wet sound coming from between my legs.

“Shhhhhh, don't fight, Helen… It will feel really good soon.” she whispered.

With my eyes closed, I nodded once, hanging my arms to my sides. My aunt kept playing with my pussy in silence, until I started to relax. I stopped trembling and my shoulders dropped as the tension faded away. My mouth hung open, and my only movement was to lick my lips from time to time.

On the screen my aunt smiled, looking into the camera from time to time. Then she released my shoulders, as I wasn't fighting her anymore, and she hugged me from behind, grabbing one of my breasts as she started fondling them.

Without warning I started screaming as my body spasmed violently. Looking scared, my aunt grabbed me again, holding me in place just before I fell to the floor. Wave after wave rocked my body as I grimaced in pain, until it started to fade and I collapsed on her arms, my body completely limp.

“Ohhhhh. You came, Helen. How did it feel?” she asked me a moment later, sounding excited. “Was it good?”

I managed to open my eyes, just long enough to look at her. Looking away in shame before I nodded once, my face turning a deep shade of red.

“Good! Tell you what, I will teach you how to do that to me, and then I will show you something new.” she said laughing. “What do you say?”

I nodded again, and she pulled me up onto my feet. I wavered for a few seconds before she released, my legs too weak to hold me up, but when I recovered, she sat on the couch, her hips on the edge as she laid back.

“Kneel on the floor, between my legs.” she said, pointing in front of her.

I looked back at the camera, licking my lips nervously before I did as she said. From there I had her pussy right in front of my face. It was a light brown color and she was shaved completely smooth. Even on the screen, I could see that she was obviously wet. I laid my legs on the thighs, leaning forwards as she guided me.

When she told me to start licking it I hesitated. I saw myself looking up into her eyes, but she repeated her order and I hung my head in defeat.

Then I moved closer, burying my face between her legs and I saw her moaning weakly as she shuddered on the couch. But a second later I pulled out, wiping my face with my hand.

“Uhhhhhh. It tastes like pee!” I moaned from the floor.

“Mmmmm, yes, I know. But you will get used to it. Now get on with it, Helen, you know I don't like to repeat myself...” she said, her voice low and threatening.

I hesitated once more, but in the end I moved forwards, and I heard myself gagging as I started licking her pussy. In between moans of pleasure, my aunt started playing with her breasts, pulling from her nipples until her face turned into a grimace of agony.

“Yeessss…” she moaned as I kept licking her pussy.

“Push a finger inside me, just like I did to you…” she whispered a moment later, and I took one of my hands between her legs.

I saw her body tensing a moment later, and then she grabbed my head with one hand, pulling me closer to her. I heard myself sucking greedily as wet noises filled the room.

“Ohhhhh, yeah, just like that. Now touch my asshole... just touch it, gently…” she told me.

I couldn't see what I did, but she whimpered weakly for a few seconds, until a moment later she too managed to cum. She screamed loudly into the room, calling my name over and over again as her body rocked violently, and when it was over she collapsed on the couch.

When she managed to get up she was smiling, and I looked into her eyes, waiting for her approval.

“Ohhhh, that was wonderful. Wait there, I want to film you, just like that.” she said, going for the camera.

The camera moved again, getting closer to me until it was farmed in a close-up of my face. I was smiling shyly, my face covered in her juices and my cheeks red with shame.

“Did you like it?” she asked me off camera.

I looked away, nodding slowly as my face turned even redder than before. A long string of her juices slid down my chin, landing between my small breasts.

Aunt Jennifer started laughing and a moment later the video ended. I stared at the black screen, my breathing was fast and shallow as tears streamed down my face, falling on the table.

Closing my laptop, I got up, walking unsteadily towards the outside. The inside of the house felt hot and claustrophobic. I felt my body itching furiously and I had to fight the urge to scratch myself.

Once outside I stood still with my eyes closed as I enjoyed the cool afternoon air. With the house behind my back the only thing I could see was the forest. For a moment I thought could almost forget everything that had happened. If only I could just start running.

But I couldn't. Instead I turned around and I went back into the kitchen. I grabbed another disc, of the ones that weren't marked with an H, and I kept watching them one after the other until it was dark outside and I couldn't do it anymore.

Those videos were just like the others. They were always girls, maybe between 12 and 15 years old, and they all looked terrified on the screen as my aunt abused them. Most were alone, but in a few there were two girls, forced onto each other despite their protests. Some resisted, and in those Jennifer became violent and aggressive, forcing them into submission.

How could she do that? I was horrified and confused as I tried to understand that. And worse of all to me, how could I have forgotten everything that had happened? The image on the screen was nothing like the quiet, loving woman I knew for so long.

When I couldn't keep my eyes open anymore, I dragged myself upstairs. I had to look away as I passed a painting that was hanging from the wall, a self portrait that my aunt had made when she was younger.

When I got to my room I just fell onto my bed, too tired to undress, and I was asleep a few minutes later.

The nightmares returned that night, but it wasn't the basement anymore. I dreamt I was with her in the living room, and that there was another girl, naked as I was, sitting on the couch. I was looking at her with hungry eyes, smiling as I waited for my aunt to finish setting up the camera. Then the girl looked at me, her face a mask of terror and I woke up.

It was still dark outside, and I had no idea what time it was, but I knew I wouldn't be able to fall back asleep. I was too alert, to agitated for that. Instead I rolled to one side and I got up, feeling even more tired than yesterday.

With the face of that girl still fresh in my mind I went downstairs into the kitchen, and I turned on my laptop. After loading another disc, I rubbed my face as I waited for it to load, already wondering what horrors awaited me. I glanced to one side, were two more discs marked with an H awaited me, but I couldn't face them, not yet.

I spent the day in the kitchen, watching all the videos that were in the box. I only stopped a few times to go to the toilet and once to make myself a sandwich. As I was making it, I tried to remember the last time I had eaten something, but I couldn't. It must have been a couple of days ago, at least, and I felt weak and slow.

Once the last video was over I got up again, heading outside. This time I kept walking, following the trail that would take me to the lake. When I got to the water the sun was already below the horizon, and the sky was a bright blue color.

I looked around me, but I seemed to have the lake to myself. That was better, I thought, as I started walking into the water.

The deeper I went the colder the water got. When the waves starter crashing over my knees I stopped, looking at my wet jeans. I could keep going, I said to myself. They said that drowning was just like going to sleep.

I closed my eyes, my body swaying as the water moved around me. It would be easy, I said to myself, just keep walking. I wiped my face with the back of my hand, and I started sobbing hysterically.

I don't know how long I stood there, but after a while, when the sky was already turning black, I turned around and I went back to the house, shivering from the cold. There was still something I had to do, I told myself. Not yet.

That night I was finally able to sleep. I woke up around 9 am, feeling a little less tired than before, and I managed to take a shower before I went down. My laptop was still on the table, but I left it alone as I made myself some breakfast. I knew I would need energy for the last part.

As I waited for the toaster, I sipped my coffee, spinning one of the last two disc in my fingers. I eat quietly, looking at the trees outside the window, and when I couldn't postpone it any longer, I sat on the table, pulling my laptop closer to me

I grabbed the oldest of the last two discs, leaving the last one for the end, and I loaded up on my laptop. I could feel my heart, beating furiously inside my chest as I loaded.

It was somehow disappointing, I thought once it was over. It was just my aunt and me, having sex like before. I was smiling like on the other two, but nothing else.

I swapped the disc for the last one, trembling in fear, and I hit play.

This time the video started on a bedroom. It took me a while to figure out that it was my aunt's room, though it seemed that she had painted it differently at some point and the bed was different too.

I could hear sounds coming from behind the camera, and a moment later I walked into the frame, naked and leading another girl by my hand. By the date on the disc, I must have been 14 years old back then, and the girl looked younger than me, maybe 12 years old.

Were I was already turning into a woman, her body that was still developing. She was short and slim, with small hips and very small breast. Her long black hair was tied behind her head in a single ponytail that shook from side to side with every step she took.

I led her to the bed, and we both sat on the edge. She folded her hands over her thigh, trying to cover herself while I looked relax into the camera, apparently waiting for something. A moment later I nodded, and I grabbed her hand again, leading her into the middle of the bed. I made her lay on it, pushing her legs apart despite her protests and then I climbed on top of her, my hips over her face.

She moved her head to one side, trying to get away from me, but I held her hips down.

“Aline, we talked about this.” I heard my aunt saying from behind the camera.

The girl nodded nervously, relaxing her body while I made myself comfortable. I saw myself lowering my head between her open legs and I closed my eyes before breathing deeply. Then I looked up into the camera, smiling eagerly before I went back.

This time I buried my face deeply between her legs and I started lapping at her sex as she squirmed under my body.

“Aline…” my aunt said again, and the girl raised her head, burying it between my legs.

I saw myself shuddering in pleasure as she ran her tongue between my pussy lips, and it wasn't long before I started moaning in pleasure, pushing my hips against her face as hard as I could.

Without stopping, I moved one of my hands under her ass, and I slipped a couple of fingers inside her, making her cry in pain. I started pushing them in and out of her pussy, slowly at first, but faster as faster as she loosened up.

It was obvious that she wasn't enjoying it, but I was. I could see my body tensing as I neared an orgasm, and I watched with horror as I raised, sitting on the girl's face. She tried to move away, but I held her in place, desperately grinding my pussy against her sex as I pinched my nipples.

Aline moaned in desperation as she tried to breathe, making my skin crawl, and on the screen I finally came. I shuddered in pleasure as a powerful orgasm rocked my body. I stood still for a few seconds, gasping in agony until I collapsed to one side.

Desperate for air, Aline rolled to one side, coughing violently before she could finally breath. Her face was red and shiny with my juices and her tears, but I didn't seem to care. I simply laid on the bed, with a big smile on my face.

The screen went black a moment later, but the video kept playing. A few seconds later it came back, showing the bed again. Aline was sitting on the bed, her back resting on the headboard and her knees folded against her chest. Her face still looked red, but she seemed to have cleaned herself.

“Are you ready?” I heard my aunt asking.

“Yeah… sure.” I answered back, though I sounded a bit hesitant.

A moment later I appeared on the screen again, naked as before, but wearing the same strapon I had used on the other video. Aline looked at it and her face went white.

“Please…. I don't want to…” she pleaded weakly, her voice broken and full of fear.

On the screen I moved closer to her, and taking her hand, I pulled her away from the headboard.

“Come on, it won't hurt. I promise.” I said to her.

On the verge of tears, she moved to the center of the bed once more. I told her to kneel and then to get on her hands, leaving her pussy exposed to me. The dildo looked grotesquely big next to her small body, and for a moment I was about to stop the video.

Then I saw myself climbing onto the bed, moving until I was behind her. I had the dildo in one hand, and I was about to push it inside when my aunt stopped me. I looked at her sheepishly when I realized that she was far too dry for it, so I moved back, and I started lapping at her pussy like before. The room filled with wet noises as I tried to make her as wet as I could.

A minute later I moved behind her once more, grabbing the dildo in one hand as I rubbed it against her pussy. As I had promised her, I took it slowly, pushing it bit by bit as her pussy opened up. It was still too big for her, and I saw her wincing from the pain as she struggled to stay still.

I didn't look too comfortable either. But I kept moving, pushing the dildo inside her until half of it was inside her. Then I stopped, staying still as I waited for her to get used to it. I looked towards the camera as I waited, and I wanted to believe I was asking my aunt to stop this, but a moment later I started pulling out.

It was slow going at first, but after a while I started moving faster as I fucked her pussy. She was grunting in pain, but I kept going, moving deeper and deeper until the dildo disappear inside her. There was no pleasure for her, I could see that, and it broke my heart to see what I had done to her.

The torture seemed to go on forever. At some point her arms collapsed from the effort and she laid her head on the bed, turning it towards the camera. She had her eyes closed, and tears streamed down her face.

“That is enough, Helen.” my aunt said from behind the camera.

I stopped, pulling out of her slowly, wincing as I saw her blood on the dildo for the first time. It wasn't much, but it made my younger self shudder in sympathy.

Free from the dildo, Aline laid flat on the bed, sobbing quietly. She didn't seem to notice when my aunt climbed onto the bed in front of her. I watched her in silence as she grabbed her hands, pulling them above her head.

“I want you to fuck her ass now.” she said with a smile.

I watched in horror as on the screen I hesitated only for a moment before I nodded. I turned towards the camera again, looking uncomfortable and unsure of what I was doing, but I moved further back, resting my weight on her legs.

Aline seemed unaware of what was going to happen, but she did look up when I spat on her ass, rubbing it with a finger over her virgin asshole.

“What are you doing?” she asked me innocently.

I looked at her, not knowing what to say, until my aunt pulled hard from her arms.

“Hold her down, okay? And do it quickly, you know I don't like it when you disobey me, Helen.” she said.

On the screen I nodded again, holding her down as she tried to roll over. I pressed on hand against the back of her neck, and with the other I grabbed the dildo, rubbing against her asshole.

“Noooo! What are you doing! Stop!” she pleaded desperately, trying to get away.

Crushing both her wrists in one hand, Jennifer punched her in the back of her head, making her bounce on the bed.

“Stop struggling, Aline!” she screamed wildly as I watched frozen. “And you better do as you are old, Helen!”

Hanging my head in fear, I moved my hips forward, pushing the tip of the dildo against her sphincter.

“Ughhhhh!” she grunted a moment later. “It hurts! Please! Stop!”

I looked at my aunt for a moment, but she glared angrily at me.

“Fuck her ass, Helen. I won't say it again.” her voice was sweet and soft, but I looked at her in terror.

Without waiting to be told again, I started pushing harder, grunting from the effort as I tried to force the dildo inside Aline’s asshole. A moment later my hips moved forward a few inches, and I looked up in surprise.

Her face twisted in a sudden grimace of agony and her mouth hung open, as if she was about to scream, though she was completely silent.

I was frozen in panic, the dildo still inside her, and I looked up again, not knowing what to do. In front of me, my aunt glared angrily, her mouth curling in disgust.

“Fuck. Her. Ass…” she said to me.

This time I didn't hesitate. I started fucking her like before, going slowly as I tried to move deeper and deeper. Aline stood completely still, her body tense from the pain, but she was still silent, which only made it worse for me.

This time, even on the video, I could see the dildo becoming red with her blood, but I kept going even then.

My aunt released her hands a moment later, and when she was satisfied that she wasn't going anywhere, she climbed off the bed and stood behind me, resting her hands on my shoulder.

“Faster…” she whispered on my ears.

Hanging my head in shame, I started going faster, until I could hear my hips slamming against her ass.

I felt sick just by watching it, but on the screen I obeyed my aunt without hesitation. When she told me to go faster again, I did, and then she told me to slap her ass I did it, leaving a silhouette of my hand printed in red on her pale skin.

Behind me, my aunt started fondling my breasts with one hand while she played with her pussy with the other. She was moaning loudly, and I could see her body flushing with excitement.

“Keep going!” she said laughing as she slapped my ass.

Then she moved to one side, laying on her back and folding her knees against her chest.

“Now fuck me, Helen! Hard!” she ordered me.

I stopped quickly, pulling out of Aline’s destroyed asshole and I paled as I saw the dildo. It was a complete mess, covered in blood and shit. I saw myself retching as I shook my head in denial and disgust.

“Do it! Now!” she ordered me again as I watched Aline’s unmoving body.

“Helen!” she screamed once more, making me jump.

I walked unsteadily towards her, and she moved closer to the edge. Grabbing the dildo with disgust aimed it between her legs and I closed my eyes. On the screen, aunt Jennifer grabbed it, guiding it towards her pussy as I moved forward.

It slipped easily inside her, making her moan in pleasure as she laid back.

“Fuck me!” she ordered me. “Harder!”

I started sobbing as I pushed the dildo deep inside her pussy, fucking her as fast as I could. Aunt Jennifer started grunting in pleasure as I pounded her against the bed.

“Yes! Harder! Harder!” she screamed.

A moment later she screamed loudly into the air, arching her back as she finally came. Her body shook as waves of pleasure rocked her over and over again. I was too scared to stop, so I kept fucking her, until she finally collapsed on the bed.

She pushed me away with one hand and I stumbled back, watching at her in horror.

“Ohhhhh…” she moaned from the bed.

I looked at Aline’s body, and then it finally became too much. I started crying hysterically and I fell back, moving as far from the bed as I could until my back was pressed against one corner of the room. I folded my knees up against my chest, but it wasn't easy with the strapon still attached to me. Then I simply stared at the bed, as my aunt recovered her breath.

A few minutes passed like that, the room filled with my cries and my aunts heavy breathing. Then she rolled to one side, her eyes closed as she smiled warmly. She managed to get up, thought her legs trembled from the effort, and she staggered towards the camera.

The last thing I saw was Aline’s the blood dripping between her legs.

On the kitchen, I started at the laptop's screen as tears fell down my face. I couldn't believe she had forced me to do that. And worse of all, that I had done it. No matter the threat, I shouldn't have done to that girl what I just saw.

I tried to get up, but my legs folded under my body and I fell to the floor, still crying. It was a while later, when I got cold, that I managed to get up. I couldn't look at the screen or at the pile of discs on the table. I just had to get out. To move as far from there as I could.

I managed to grab my purse and my car keys, and then I staggered to my car, leaving everything else behind. I even left the front door open.

Whipping my face with my shirt, I turned on the car and I drove away. I didn't know which way I was going, and it didn't really matter, I just had to get away.

The road blurred past and I don't remember much, but I stopped to get more gas at some point. I remember the man behind the register when he asked me if I was okay. I just started back at him, my face blank and said that everything was okay before I kept driving.

It got dark, but I kept going. I should have stopped. I was tired, and I couldn't remember the last time I had slept well, but I just couldn't. I told myself that I was okay, just tired.

When I woke up again the car was spinning around. Dust filled the air around me, and I could only grab the steering wheel as I screamed desperately, waiting for it to stop.

When it did I stood completely still for a few minutes. I was on the side of the road, pointing sideways, but I did not seem to have hit anything. With trembling hands, I rolled down the windows and I turned the radio on, raising the volume until it made my head hurt. Then I started the car again and I drove, very slowly, until I found a motel.

I don't remember asking for a room, but I woke up the next day on a bed. It was noon and the receptionist was banging on the door, telling me I had to get out. I opened the door just a bit, blocking it with my foot.

On the other side there was a blond girl, maybe 20 years old. She looked at me and then she moved back, terrified at what she saw.

“I will be staying for a few more days.” I said, my voice deeper than normal. “I would appreciate if no one bothered me.”

Before waiting for an answer, I closed the door and went back to the bed.

I woke up the next day, just as the sun started setting behind the skyline. I felt depressed and every movement was a terrible effort, but I managed to get up from the bed and then I dragged myself into the bathroom.

I showered, which made me feel a little better, and then I went out as I was too hungry to think straight. The idea of going back terrified me, but I couldn't stay in the motel either. The only place I could think of was a friend's house that lived in the city, but I didn't know her phone number, and my cell phone was still at the house.

Too terrified to go back, even for just a moment, I decided to go to her house and hope she was there. I asked the girl in the reception where I was and I bought a road map. I wasn't that far from her house, I told myself, even though I had no other choice.

I drove all night, and when I got there it was early in the morning. I was tired and desperate when I knocked, but I got lucky.

“Helen?” she asked me when she opened the door.

I collapsed in her arms as she hugged me uncomfortably, not knowing what to do. She asked me what was happening, but I couldn't tell her. The best I managed to say was that I needed to stay for a few days. She looked unsure, but I told her I had nowhere else to go, and she agreed to let me stay for a few days.

A few hours later she left for work, leaving me alone, and I grabbed her computer as I started researching, as I always did for my work.

I discovered it was possible for someone to lose some memories after a traumatic event. It was called Dissociative fugue or fugue state, but while it was possible for it to last for years, it was more common for it to last only a few days, or months at most.

After what I saw on the last video, I wasn't surprised that my mind just wanted to forget everything. For a moment I was terrified, as I wondered what other memories I had lost, but there was nothing I could do about it.

I also searched the local news, as much as I could find online, about missing children stories, suicides, disappearances, anything that might be related to the girls I saw. But most of the videos were old, from before the newspaper had a digital record, and I couldn't find anything about any of the girls in the videos, at least nothing obvious.

I stayed in my friend's house for a few days, before I moved to a hotel. I felt uncomfortable in her house, and I felt a little better by then, thought the idea of being alone with a girl made me nervous.

For a time I thought about going to the police with the discs, of telling everything that had happened, but I was too scared of what people might think of me. Worse of all, what would the girls on the videos think? Some of them would be grown up women by now, but a few would still be girls. How could I expose them like that?

It took me a while, and many sleepless nights, but in the end I managed to accept what happened. I felt ashamed of what I had done, but I told myself that I didn't really have a choice, that if possible, I would have done differently. It was all I could really do.

I returned home two weeks after I left, stopping the car a few yards away from the house. I knew what awaited me, as I had thought about it all the time as I drove back, and the thought terrified me. Still, I couldn't escape forever.

I got out of the car, and went inside. The house was just as I had left it, but the kitchen smelled terribly. The fruits and vegetables I had on the counter were covered in mold and the inside of the fridge looked awful, but I left them as they were.

On the table, just where I had left them, were the discs, with my laptop still on.

I pulled the last disc from the drive, placing it on its box, and then I moved them all into the cardboard box. With trembling hands, I took them down, into the basement where I found them. I thought about burning them, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. Not yet.

Instead I closed the basement, and I concentrated on getting everything clean. I threw the spoiled food and I cleaned the kitchen as best as I could, until the air inside smelled of bleach. Then I picked up my phone. The battery was dead, but after charging it a million messages flooded me. Friends asking if I was okay, missed calls from my editor, tweets, Facebook alerts. I answered back the ones I could and ignored the rest.

When I opened up my email it was the same. The worst was from my editor. I called her, telling her I had a few problems but that everything was okay. She wasn't convinced, but I insisted, telling her that I was just about to get working on the book again.

And it was true, as I thought the work would help me put everything behind me. I dived into my book again, writing for as long as I could. When I wasn't writing, I cleaned the house, or I went running. I felt sore at first, as it had been a long time since the last time I exercised, but after a while I started to recover.

I thought that as long as I kept busy, I would be fine, and for a while it worked. I couldn't forget what I had seen, not again, but I could move on.

But after a while, the nightmares started to come back. I would wake up in the middle of the night, terrified as before, but this time I could remember every detail of the dreams. At first I told myself that they would soon go away, that I had to wait, but it soon became too much for me.

At night I would lie awake in my bed, too terrified to sleep, until eventually I couldn't stay awake any longer.

In the nightmares I started relieving the videos, one after the other, only this time I was my aunt, and I saw myself raping the girls, or forcing them to touch me.

With little sleep, even the day became a daydream, and I struggled to get anything done. I lagged behind the book, and I grew desperate. I thought about looking for help, maybe seeing a psychologist, but how could I tell him the real cause of my problems?

In the end, like before, I decided to endure, with the hope that it would just go away.

But it didn't. And it only grew worse when I started waking up feeling aroused and excited. I laid on my bed, unable to go back to sleep as I felt my body burning with frustration. No matter how hard I tried to, once I was up, I couldn't go back to sleep.

I tried running, taking cold shower, but nothing worked. I felt disgusted with myself, as I knew what would help me sleep again, thought I couldn't bring myself to do it.

But how long could I keep it up? Sometimes I only got a couple of hours of sleep before I woke up, feeling angry and exhausted. I sometimes cried the rest of the night, feeling trapped, until one night I couldn't take it anymore.

Like before, I woke up, covered in sweat and with my pussy dripping with arousal. I had been dreaming with a little blond girl, maybe 13 years old. I was eating out her pussy when I woke up, and for a moment, when I was only half awake, I thought I could taste her in my mouth.

When I saw the time on my clock, I started screaming in desperation, but it was useless. That night I gave in. With the lights off, I rolled onto my back, and I slipped my wet panties to one side. I started touching myself, fantasizing about one movie star or the other, but it didn't work. My mind kept drifting towards that girl, showing me her naked body in front of me.

Trembling from exhaustion, I surrendered. I concentrated on her, thinking of the taste of her breast, and her softness skin as I ran my fingers along her back. Closing my eyes, I imagined her hands between my legs. I heard myself moaning weakly, and no matter how disgusted I was, I felt my body responding. I became wetter than before, until my pussy was dripping, and my nipples poked through my tshirt. I started rolling them between my fingers, biting my lips to stop me from moaning in pleasure.

A moment later I froze in place, as I felt an orgasm exploding inside my body. Waves of pleasure rushed along me, and I shuddered on the bed, unable to control myself.

When it was over, I felt weak and feverish, but I managed to roll onto my side, and before I knew it I was asleep again.

The next morning I woke up rested for the first time in months. But I also felt disgusted with myself. How could I have done that? I felt ashamed, and as the night grew nearer I started fearing what might come. What if I had another nightmare? What would I do then?

I was trembling by the time I went to bed, and it took me a while to finally fall asleep. But a few hours later I woke up again, feeling just as aroused as the night before. I started crying again, knowing how simple it would be for me to sleep again, but I refused to give in again.

That night I couldn't go back to sleep, and the next morning I was exhausted and angry with myself. I thought it was my own fault, that I was somehow doing this to myself as a form of punishment.

As the day moved on I was restless, and like the previous night I had trouble sleeping, waking up a mere hour after I had gone to bed. This time I surrendered more easily than before. I played with myself, thinking of the girl in my dream, and before I knew it I was sleeping again.

Soon, it became a routine for me. I would go to bed, sleep one or two hours before I woke up. I would masturbate, and then I would sleep the rest of the night. I felt disgusted every morning, telling myself that it would be the last time, but the next night, when I woke up and I was faced with another sleepless night, my resolve vanished.

During the day I would sometimes daydream, frozen in the middle of whatever I was doing. I would suddenly realize I was staring at a wall, o standing still on the stairs. They were sometimes so real that I had trouble telling them apart from reality.

I started feeling a morbid fascination with them, almost waiting for the night so I could live them again. And then the dreams stopped, just as soon as they had appeared.

At first I was relieved, telling myself that it was over. But started having trouble to sleep. I would lay in bed, sometimes for hours, until I was too exhausted to think. I thought I would go crazy, that this was it, but in the back of my mind I knew what I had to do.

One morning, after another sleepless night, I dragged myself to the basement and I grabbed the box with the DVD’s again. I carried them into my bedroom, and after closing up the curtains, I undressed and I sat on the bed with the laptop in front of me.