Donna Allen: Raped whipped mom

"Come over here," Frankie said to Paula. "Stand over here in front of me and turn around."

She trembled as she rose and moved toward him. Three feet away from him, she turned her back to him the way he'd asked her to.

She felt him move close to her and then a moment later she felt the gun in her back.

"Don't move," he said.

Paula gasped when she felt his hand on her ass. He squeezed her asscheeks through her thin robe and then his hand moved around in front to wander over her tits.

"Please, don't," she whimpered.

"Shut up. What's the matter, nobody ever feel your tits before? You got a nice pair. Nice ass too. Don't move or I blow a hole in your back." She stood there motionless while he fondled her tits. She wanted to cry, but somehow the tears wouldn't come.

His hand slipped inside her robe and he brutally pinched her nipples.

He hefted her tits with his hand, first one tit and then the other, then at last he pulled his hand away and told her to sit down again.

"You don't talk unless I tell you to," he said. "Just keep your mouth shut."

Dear God, what do they want? she thought. Was it money? She tried to remember how much money she had in the house. Whatever it was, it wasn't much. They never kept much cash around. They might pull out some jewelry and appliances, but it wouldn't amount to much.

Whatever it was they wanted, she prayed they would take it and leave.

She was afraid. There was a wild gleam in the eyes of this one, the one called Frankie.

The other one, Vic, reminded her of an ox. He might be more dangerous than Frankie.

If only Ray had been due to leave tomorrow instead of today, none of this would have happened.

It was awful how they'd guessed Ray would be gone awhile. They must have seen him loading the trunk of his car with his luggage.

Now her skin crawled as she remembered the clammy feel of Frankie's hand on her tits, the way he'd pinched her nipples, the way he'd bounced her tits on his fingers to test their weight.

They're animals, she thought. Emmylou and I have suddenly become the prisoners of two animals.

Then she heard shuffling feet and a moment later Emmylou came into the kitchen followed by Vic.

Emmylou's hands were tied behind her back. She looked pale and frightened. When she saw Paula, she started crying.

"Well, look at that," Frankie chuckled. "We got a crying little pussycat. Stop it, honey. I don't like tears. Stop the fucking tears or you'll get hurt."

Emmylou stopped crying and sat down on a chair next to Paula. "My wrists hurt," the girl sniffled.

Frankie rolled his eyes. "Go on, Vic, untie her hands and tie her to the chair. Make sure you tie her up good. I don't want her running around."

After Vic finished tying Emmylou to the chair, Frankie told him to do the same to Paula.

When mother and daughter were securely bound, Frankie patted Emmylou's cheek and said, "Later, we'll have a party, honey. You like parties?"

Paula groaned. "What do you mean by that? You leave her alone!"

Frankie's hand lashed out against Paula's face. "Listen, bitch, I told you to shut up. I told you to talk when I tell you to talk. Are you deaf or something?"

Paula wailed, "I don't want you to do anything to her! I'll do whatever you want, but don't do anything to her."

Frankie snickered and looked at Emmylou. "Are you cherry, honey?"

Emmylou closed her eyes. "Yes."

"You hear that, Vic? We got ourselves a cherry pussy. I told you this house was a good idea. Didn't I tell you that?"

"You sure did, Frankie?"

Frankie laughed. "One cherry pussy and one pussy not so cherry but still looking good. You like to see something? Look at the tits on the mother."

Paula cried out as Frankie suddenly pulled her robe off her shoulders to expose her heaving tits.

Vic looked and grinned.

Frankie cupped one of Paula's big tits in his hand and lifted it to point the fat nipple at Vic. "Look at this," Frankie said. "I been dreaming about tits like these for six years – six fucking years in the pen and now look at what's here."

"Me, too," Vic said.

My God, they've been in prison, Paula thought. A fresh wave of terror went through her. There was no telling what these men might do to them after six years in captivity.

Then, Frankie dropped Paula's tit. He looked at her and chuckled. Raising the gun, he put the point of the barrel at her lips and told her to open her mouth.

Paula moaned softly, her blood cold with fear as she opened her mouth.

He slid the cold steel of the barrel inside her mouth, moved it in and out until the barrel was wet with her saliva.

"It's like she's sucking a cock, Vic. Look at it. Look at the way she sucks."

Vic giggled.

When Paula made a move to twist her mouth away from the gun, Frankie warned her, "Stay still and listen, lady. You want that pussycat to stay cherry awhile you do exactly what we want. Otherwise I put this piece right up her ass and see how far it goes. You understand? Just nod your pretty head."

Paula nodded.

"Good girl," Frankie said.

When he pulled the gun out of her mouth, Paula said, "Please don't hurt my daughter. I'll do anything you want."

"You're damn right you will. Untie her, Vic. Just get her off the chair. Leave her hands tied and tie her mouth so she can't scream. I hate cunts who scream."

When Vic released Paula from the chair and she rose to her feet with her hands still tied, Frankie smiled and said, "I don't think you need that robe, doll. Help her, get it off, Vic."

Vic had to untie her hands to get the robe off, but finally it was done, her hands retied as she stood there naked in the center of the kitchen.

Frankie laughed when he saw her embarrassment.

"What's the matter, nobody ever looked at you before? Your daughter? What's your name, kid?"

"Emmylou."

"And what's your mother's name?"

"Paula."

"Nice name. Nice tits and nice ass and nice everything. Look at this, Vic, it's like we hit gold. I told you, didn't I!"

"You sure did, Frankie."

Frankie walked around behind Paula. He pushed the barrel of the gun against her asscrack and used it to pull one asscheek to the side to expose her asshole.

Paula thought she would die right then. She closed her eyes and trembled.

"Nice little backdoor," Frankie chuckled. Then he turned to Emmylou. "Tell me, Emmylou, you ever seen your mother naked before?"

Emmylou whimpered as she lied. "No."

"Look at what you been missing. You got a beautiful mother, you know that? Mind the kid, Vic, I'm taking the mommy here for a little walk, okay?"

"Sure, Frankie."

"Don't do nothing to the kid, not yet. You get the mother next. Cherry pussy is nice, but what we got here is prime cunt and this one we try out first."

Paula wanted to cry out that he'd promised her he wouldn't do anything to Emmylou, but she was already gagged and the only sound she could make was a muffled gurgle.

One hand holding her ass, Frankie giggled crazily as he led Paula out of the room.

Paula found herself being led to the stairs by Frankie. He forced her to walk up the stairs and all the time he fondled her ass with his hand.

She was in agony. The horror of what was happening was beginning to sink in. She and Emmylou were at the mercy of these men. The men would do all kinds of unspeakable things to them and they were helpless.

As she mounted the stairs, Paula felt Frankie's fingers occasionally pushing inside her asscrack. It was awful. He was taking liberties with her body that not even her husband had ever taken.

She tried to twist away from him when he touched her asshole, but he giggled and brutally slapped her ass.

"Sensitive, huh? Stop pulling away from me, bitch. I'll bash your pretty face in if you try that again."