Paul Gable: Schoolgirl bondage

"Now, for your cunt and asshole. Your mother can tell you about this," Coach Robinson said when the girl was about to scream out an objection.

"It's useless, Annette. They're going to have their way, dear. Save your strength," Betty warned in a hoarse voice.

Annette blushed again as David stuck long skinny wires into her, first one up her cunt, then another up her asshole. The girl shifted position as best she could, feeling terribly uncomfortable with the wires and clamps attached to her. She looked at her mother. Coach Robinson was sliding a long wire up her mother's pussy.

"You see, Annette, you two are being connected… here," he began, pointing to several wires leading from each woman to a control box. "It's kind of switching house for electrons. When you move a dial on your little box there, current will flow to your mother. And the same thing will happen when she turns her dial."

David taped a small box on the right armrest, well within reach of Annette's fingers.

"We're finishing up with this, so just be patient. This is one good way to warm up a pussy."

A small gray box was taped to Betty's chair as well. Final inspection was made, then Coach Robinson went over to Annette. David switched on the transformer, and the others stood by and waited, several scratching their pricks in hungry anticipation.

"Now, the power's on, Annette. It's easy from now on. All you have to do is press here, twisting the dial clockwise… there, like that," Coach Robinson said.

Annette flashed her eyes up. Betty wag squirming in her seat, her legs pressing out against the leather restraints while her eyes flickered in her head.

"That was too much. See? Your mother's practically fainting from the current."

"I… I did that?" Annette was horrified, quickly switching the dial back to zero.

Immediately Betty sank against the chair, breathing heavily.

Coach Robinson smiled.

Sauntering over to Betty, his cock jutting out again against the front of his shorts, Coach Robinson braced both hands on the armrests and stared into the woman's eyes.

"I don't think Annette wants to do anything. Let's see if she can. One thing you should know," he said, hand on the dial and turning his head around. "When you switch on your current and send electricity to your mother, the voltage going into you will decrease, giving you some relief. Think about it."

He switched on the current.

Annette jumped, her body bracing up against the restraints. She could feel the stinging warmth nipping at her nipples. Sputtering sparks tickled her ass hole while a warming kind of sucking sensation took over her cunt. The girl flattened her ass against the wooden seat, squirming uncomfortably, her fingers fluttering over the dial, turning the dial.

"Oh, Annette, oh, you're burning my cunt! Oh God, God, what are you doing?" Betty was jerking from side to side, the black wires slapping against one another.

Annette watched through a dim red haze, her breaths coming in short, pumping gasps. Her mother was going half insane, jumping and jerking against the chair. Her eyes dropped at once to Betty's right hand. The fingers were fluttering over the dial. Her mother was going to send current into her body.

Annette thought great teeth were chewing down on her nipples. Her cunt spasmed, the muscles cinching down hard on the wire. Her asshole kept blowing out bubbles of air uncontrollably while her belly muscles tightened until they cramped. Her guts were wrenching, making the teen feel she would vomit if she could. Another increase made her teeth chatter.

She turned the dial.

Betty was jerking more wildly, her lips growing purple from the increased voltage. She was swearing, her voice cracked and harsh. She could hardly get her fingers on the dial. But when she did, Annette felt a jolt that shattered her skull. Both women were jerking and twitching on their respective seats, current flowing into their tits and cunts and making them cum and cum and cum.

Coach Robinson watched, then cut the voltage off abruptly.

Annette and Betty immediately slumped forward.

"Let the boys have them now. They've been ready for some time."

What happened next Annette and Betty would only dimly remember in the years to come. Each was unstrapped, then shoved into the line of boys. Annette remembered prickmeat being shoved into her mouth while someone else held her head. At the same time someone – was it David? – slid down on the floor and fucked her in that squatting position. Others were lined up, jacking off in her hair, wriggling their fingers in her asshole.

Betty farted.

The boys showed little mercy. Slapped, beaten, she was forced to take on two at one time more than once, swallowing cum, being fucked in the ass several times while watching her daughter being mauled like a piece of meat. When it was over, Betty could hardly move.

Crawling forward, she finally managed to touch and rouse her daughter from her stupor.

"Oh, Annette, it's over."

"Yeah, for now. Boys, go home. It's late. Quite a practice session we had," Coach Robinson said.

The team shuffled out, exhausted by the ordeal.

David was putting back the cat-o'-nine-tails and the transformers, pushing the doors of the cabinets shut. As they clanged shut, Betty jerked at the sound. She would never be able to hear that sound without shuddering again. Slipping one hand around her daughter's shoulders, she hugged the moaning girl closely.

"Now, that was a good parents' night, wasn't it, Betty?" the coach said. "And I've got a feeling you and Annette are going to come down here again to repeat the performance. Maybe the next time we won't have so, many people here – you, me, Annette and David, my star player. It'll be fun."

The two men laughed, throwing the torn clothes into Betty's face. They would leave, slink from the school, hopefully unnoticed, and rush home. Again? Betty shook her head.

"Let's go home, dear. Home," Betty said. Perhaps next week, when they were stronger. Yes, she would think on it.