Halloween in horror

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Elaine Peterson gasped with sudden shock as a pair of strong hands grabbed her full, round tits. She screamed a moment later when other hands closed around her wrists and ankles. She screamed even louder when she saw that the hands that held her, that were quickly tying her to the exercise bicycle she was straddling, belonged to her three nephews.

She stared in wonder from one boy to the next, mad as hell but thinking that whatever was happening must be some kind of stupid, adolescent joke.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she demanded, trying to jerk herself free. It was impossible, because while one of her nephews had tied her wrists to the handlebars of the bicycle another had been binding her feet to the pedals. "Hey, guys, I don't know what the hell you think the joke is, but this isn't very funny!"

"You're one sexy bitch," her oldest nephew, Roger, growled. His hands were still on her tits, squeezing and twisting them as though he wanted to tear them off her body. "We like the sexy part, but everybody's fed up with you being a bitch. The joke is that we're going to give you a little attitude adjustment."

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