My mom's cousin
by Buster King



I had two cousins a year older than me. They were twins and stayed about 350
miles from my town. Their town also happened to be my mother's hometown, and
the brothers were sons of my mother's cousin. We visited my mother's town
during summer vacations every year and this happened when I was about 15 years
of age.

Of course, around that age, growing up means getting stronger than and
estalishing superiority over women. The previous vacation I had watched one of
my cousins squeeze his mother's hand in a handshake grip to hurt her badly and
I had seen her face contort in pain. He took pride in his strength that time.
Now, his mother was a soft-looking lady, typical Indian housewife, but
exceptionally fair and beautiful, definitely neither fat nor thin. In the last
year, my bones were getting harder and it was increasingly difficult for my
elder sister to squeeze my hands any more. I decided I will try my own
handshake squeeze on my aunt and see what happens.

Finally came the day when I was in their town and I would be frequently
shuffling between my grandfather's place and my cousins' home. I was waiting
for an oppurtune moment. I could not have been more lucky when my sister did
not make the vacation this time, so no one to monitor. And when my cousins had
to take off for a week's trip with their father while their mother was to be
in town to monitor the business they ran, and my aunt requested my mother to
let me stay with her for a week, I was secretly conniving plans. Only I did
not notice that their family was a little more subdued in front of my aunt
than I had previously known.

Nothing was more easier than I could have thought. I woke up earlier than my
aunt and had showered myself and dressed by the time she was up, placing
myself in the hall watching the early soap reruns. After about 30 mins, she
sauntered in with my morning tea and wished me, "Good morning". I immediately
took the chance as she set my cup on the tea table to extend my hand towards
her. As she surprisedly took my hand I started applying pressure on her hand.
Then we were both staring quizzically at each other. While I had practised on
many classmates, many had yielded with a squeal pronto. Her hand, soft to
feel, was hard as a rock, and she suddenly smiled at me and let her hand relax
in mine. I tried increasing the pressure until my hand started shaking. Soon I
had to relieve my grip as my palm was hurting and there was practically
nothing I could do to even hurt her.

She then answered my puzzled face. "Well, son, it looks like you are too
softy-softy, heh?" and she started giggling at me quite teasingly. I was
surprised, and about to open my mouth when she started talking, "I know what
you are thinking and let me answer all of your questions. I know that I was
soft and weak last year. Years have passed since my husband started this thing
with me and now even my son and my nephew is taking over me. I said 'No sir'
to such things after last summer. When school began and my sons and husband
were out for most of the day, I started working out, eating well, and resting
properly. I found that my body responded quickly to exercise. I started
curling weights within a month of summer and now I overshadow what my husband
can lift."

"But why is your house so subdued in your presence?"

"Oh, that! I shall demonstrate why!!"

Suddenly my hand was being crushed by hers. The pressure and the subsequent
pain just worsened until I shot up from the sofa on to my feet and jumping
around in pain!!

She then let go my hand, but I had trouble even moving my fingers apart! I was
terrified. While I was shaking my hand to relax it, she suddenly undraped her
saree and stood in front of me with a sinister look on her face, in her
sleeveless blouse and panties! I was embarassed but unable to take my eyes off
her!! While she appeared soft for the casual viewer, any person close to a
couple of feet would know that her hands were not ripped, but were filled with
thick, concrete muscles!! Her legs were well-rounded and thick!! Her breasts
were being pushed hard against the blouse by her chest muscles. I was
awestruck at the sight.

"Now you know why, sonny!!"

I had nothing to say to her.

"Sonny, lemme teach a man's place and this is how you will act in the future
even after you're married. Lets get started."

She took me to her sons' study and sat me on a bed there. I looked around and
was horrified. The semi-dark room was filled with punishment implements of
various sizes. The walls were well padded to keep away any noise. "What a fool
my husband was to pad this room so noise will neither enter the room from
outside nor exit from in? He thought my sons will study better in the silence.
Now he also serves me obediently in this room!!"

I suddenly struck a patch of bravado, and stood up, saying, "Scoot off,
bitch!! Fuck your sadistic mood and get lost." I was moving towards the door
when suddenly my throat rang out in a shrill note that sounded like in between
a horse's neigh and a pig's grunt. Only I was much shriller. A great pain
started welling up from my pelvis upwards. She was grabbing my balls and
squeezing the life out of them. Eventually she held me until I passed away
from the pain.

I opened my eyes but could not move very easily. I looked and realized that my
arms were tied to a rod running across my back, and fitting in the inside of
my elbow joint. I was seated upright, neck tied to a post behind and back
straightened by tying a stick to my back that ran along the back vertically.
My legs were spread apart and tied to the legs of the bench, leaving my balls
resting on the bench's wooden surface, well-exposed. And then I thought,
"Shit! I am totally naked!"

"Thats exactly right, dear nephew." I was shocked to see her again, still
partially undressed. "Now, you can't escape, and you need help to understand
how the situation works! No invective to me any more!"

"Yes, ma'am"

"No disobeying me or else!!" She started squeezing my trapezii. Mine were not
hard enough for her hand. She squeezed until I felt that they had melted. The
pain and my reaction to it are both undescribable.

I already felt exhausted, when she let my trapezii off and suddenly yanked my
forearm upwards, towards my shoulder. This was squeezing hard against the rod
at my elbow joint. She had me begging for mercy again.

After a few mins, which felt like decades, she took up a paddle and asked me
to spead my palms facing downwards. "No twisting them up w/o permission" she
reminded me, and struck me 20 times on each hand. My hands were numb and
shaking with the pain.

"Mercy please, aunty, I beg for mercy!"

"Oh yeah! Totally forgot that!" She then blindfolded me and said, "Lets give
you some mercy."

I was confused. Why blind me for excusing me?

I felt her holding my palm firmly and suddenly a huge twinge shot to my head
as she yanked my little finger back. She then started rapidly shaking it
sideways while maintaining the bend. Millions of volts shot thru' my brain.
This was repeated until all my 10 fingers felt like they were dangling from my
palm, not attached anymore. My forearms felt like they were torn.

She then started punching my arms at the deltoids and biceps. She punched
until I cried from the pain. She then started squeezing to pulp my tender
biceps in her thick fingers until I could not move my arms any more.

She pulled a seat in front of me and sat on, and opened my blindfold. I had
been crying for so long my chest was wet with tears. She wiped the chest dry
and sat down. She first pinched and twisted my nipples around until I was
crying again and then did the same at my inner thighs. Was there no end for
the torture I was undergoing??

She left the room for about 10 mins to return to finish me off. Not that I was
not totally broken. My willpower to resist her had totally died. I had done
nothing but cry from the pain she had inflicted.

She came back and untied my arms and back restraints. I suddenly was feeling
better. I thought she was done with me. Wrong again! She said, "I did all this
to break you. Now that you're broken, I know you will not escape. Now begins
the fun."

I was asked to stand up and did so.

"I am gonna kick your belly, son. I'll give you an option though. I will
blindfold you and let you count to 10 so you can be ready. Like it?" I thought
I might just be better off with anticipating it and said yes. I might atleast
take it better. She tied my eyes again. My legs were still spread and
restrained. I was standing at a weird position, legs like the side view of a
slant-roof house.

"One...Two...Three....Four....Five....aeiouauaooeieoeo!!"

She had suddenly kicked me very hard in my balls!!

My legs were shaking from the pain, with the bench shaking hard. She was
holding me up at my shoulders firmly with her hands. Suddenly, 2 hard knees to
my groin followed. My stomach was empty, sending shards of pain into my belly.
This really hurt my belly worse than a belly punch!!

"Thats my fav BELLY KICK!! See how hard your belly's hit when I kick your
balls?" I had no answer as I was sobbing pathetically in pain.

"Well, lets finish quickly for now and get back for more later!!" she said as
she had a pencil in her hand. She pulled my hand towards her and put the
pencil in the gap between my right index and middle finger. She pushed it all
the way down to the bottom of the joint and then started squeezing the outer
base of the two fingers. Pain in millions of volts shot to my head as I shook
like I was taken with fits. Just when I thought I would pass away she stopped
and shifted the pencil to the base of the ring and middle fingers and started
again. She repeated this action also in the same positions of my left hand.
The pain was worser than getting my balls kicked.

She finally relieved me, saying "Obey me as my family does, son, and you will
get back home in one piece without being worried about such a sea change in
your own house, or else!!"

I was broken to crying for hours after the torture. It took me all the 7 days
to heal back to normal. Needless to say, I have been terrified of that aunt
since!!