Paul Gable - Mom in a harness

"Noooofoooffffff!"

The pain was hideous. After that wonderful fucking, there was this horrible agony! It felt as if her body were going to snap in half lengthwise! Her head hanging down, her hair falling over her face, Arlette groaned as she felt her knees and tits rising up off the carpeting. He was hanging her up like a piece of meat, and there was nothing she could do about it!

The rope groaned more as it vibrated from Arlette's swinging movements. She was bent completely now, her spine aching, threatening to snap in two as the leather wrist cuffs and ankle restraints cut into her flesh cruelly. Sobbing, choking through her gag, Arlette prayed to God she would somehow pass out, faint, to get some respite from her ordeal. But something kept her awake, something that made her feel every twinge of pain, every shock of agony… and made her enjoy it.

"Yeah, more comfy that way instead of being on the floor?"

"Uufufuuffffff!"

Arlette thought she could feel her shoulders popping as she hung there face down, her tits pulling sexily at her upper chest. At times, Jack would pluck the rope as if it were a harp string, making her body shudder from the resulting vibration. The pain then seemed worse, making the girl gasp for breath through the gagging jockstrap.

"Gotta make this more interesting," he muttered, reaching down to slip back into the opened metal chest. Through her curtaining hair, the girl saw him pull out a riding crop. The black leather handle gleamed under the yellowish bedroom light as Jack curled his fingers around it and brought it up against her asscheek. Arlette shuddered, feeling her flesh crawl the moment that hideous thing touched her. He was going to hit her with it! Yes, he was going to beat her with it, whip her as if she were some kind of disobedient animal! And yet if she was so terrified about this, why was her pussy creaming again? Why, after such a painful, powerful fuck, was she feeling heat between her thighs? Why were those small muscles quivering, producing such tense, itchy thrills racing through her pussy?

Arlette shuddered again as Jack moved the head of the crop around to her asscrack. He was pushing down, sliding one end of the instrument into her asscrack. In a moment, she felt him screwing the thing around and around, pressing the knobby head against her asshole!

"How would you like having something like this rodding your shitter, baby? Wouldn't it be real nice having this riding crop squeezing down into your asshole? It'd just be like a prick fucking you in the ass. Wouldn't that turn you on?"

In the ass? He had to be out of his mind! And yet Jack was doing it, pressing that riding crop down, down against her pink shitter lips, spreading them apart. Arlette's eyes widened, her body straightening slightly as the girl tried desperately to stop this horrible invasion. "Nooooooo!"

Again and again, the teen screamed through the gag, jerking her body around, bouncing it painfully on the overhead rope. Once she managed to curl her spine until it nearly straightened, kicking her legs backward, drawing her arms with them as she squeezed her sphincter tightly together. She forced that horrible thing out before it made much headway.

"Don't dig it, huh? Maybe you'll like havin' a little warmer, then."

The crop was gone. Then it came back with a fury, slicing into the flesh just below her right lower rib.

"Yagghghffffffff!"

It was as if someone had touched her there with a live branding iron. Again, the crop came down, whistling through the air like a guided missile. Arlette tensed, inching her eyes shut tight, waiting for the pain. It came with a vengeance, this time on her left side. The young woman let out her breath with a whooshing sound, her body shaking and jerking on the rope like a puppet's. Tears fell from her eyes, staining her cheeks as the girl sucked in air to feed her body.

"You didn't want it up your asshole. Gotta have this thing some way, baby. I went through a lotta trouble bringin' it up from the chest."

And now he was moving around, pausing for a moment as he rubbed the cool leather crop over the backs of her legs. She could hear him laughing softly as her muscles tensed at that light touch, the tendons bulging out against her sweaty flesh. Then the touch was gone. A warning! He was going to hit her again, going to hurt her with that horrible thing. The girl gasped, closing her eyes once more as another cramping ache raced through both thighs.

"Yaggghghhhhhh!"

The arch of her foot was the target now. Arlette screamed, her ankles exploding into pain. Then came other blows on various parts of her body. Jack slowed his beating, timing his stokes to strike just when the girl didn't expect it. She twisted her face up into a mask of concentrated pain, feeling those restraining cuffs cutting off more and more circulation to her fingers. The girl struggled helplessly against that rope. Then the crop changed direction, beating at the backs of her knees, then her thighs.

"Ughhh! Ughghhhhhh!"

Jack had become more and more savage as the seconds ticked by. The bedroom was filled with Arlette's pained, muffled cries and the dry smacking sound of that riding crop biting into her young, white flesh. She could hear the big stud's breath whistling and wheezing as her ass caught fire.

"Yeah, move that butt… oh, yeahh, baby, gonna have a nice red ass for Jack." Arlette thought her skin was splitting under those savage blows. Her asscheeks heated and jiggled to the beating rhythm of that horrid crop. It reddened to scarlet as the blazing agony of her plump ass radiated to her cunt. Yes, it was all connected somehow. Juice ran from her cunt mouth, oozing onto her thighs as long, red stripes appeared on her ass where the crop cut into her. Arlette yammered for mercy through the jamming jockstrap. But Jack kept on, calling her filthy names, loving every cry she made.

"Uuuuuuhuuufufffffff!"

Jack was concentrating on lashing her ass. But there was no part of her body that was safe from his attention. Arlette squeezed her asscheeks together until they ached, trying to protect her sensitive asshole. Jack beat her farther up, hitting her shoulders, then the back of her neck. God, what was he trying to do, cripple her as she hung there from the ceiling? "Ooooohhhhhhh!" she moaned.

Her arms and legs spasmed again, pulling and tugging at the leather restraints cramping them. For a moment, Arlette remembered those stories she had read about the Nazi concentration camps, about how the Nazis peeled the flesh off their hapless victims to make lampshades. Yes, that's what was going to happen to her if she hung there any longer. There would be no skin on her body if Jack kept up with that awful crop!

Arlette swung forward, her knees jerking with painful, cramping spasms. With complete despair, Arlette let herself dangle, her head falling forward, her asscheeks opening. That's what Jack had been waiting for. With one killing, slashing overhead stroke, he tore the end of the crop down the valley of her asscrack. The leathered instrument lashed like a knife against her shitter, the tip of that thing catching the base of her asshole. It felt as if he had torn out part of her body!

"Noooayaggghghghhhhh!" she screamed. Arlette saw stars popping out behind her eyes. The pain was a blazing agony. Jerking convulsively, the young woman thought she would pass out from the intense beating. There was another pause as she hung there, twitching on the ropes. The throbbing agony of her injured asshole went on and on, not seeming to diminish as Jack slapped her asscheeks gently with the crop.

"Argghghfhhfhfhfffff!"

Another savage blow, this one near her cunt! The impact just above her clit sent a shower of spark rushing into her pussy. Jack laughed more loudly behind her, stopping the whipping long enough to jab the end of the crop into the narrow zone between her cunt and asshole. Arlette screamed through the gag, shoving her ass back, trying to get away from the blunt thing pushing at her. The tip of the crop slid roughly into her cunt, forcing the wet, hot flesh open. The instant clenching of her rippling cunt muscles around the weapon almost dragged it from Jack's hand. He looked down and sneered, his eyes narrowing.