Paul Gable: Mom in a harness

"I'll get you for that! Oh, God, Jack, I swear I will!" Monica cried through her tears as she felt his fingers sliding into her asscrack. He was spreading her open back there, sticking his tongue into her crevice, then tickling her shitter with it. It wasn't enough that he was hurting her. He had to degrade her at the same time, drag her through the gutter while whipping her.

"Ugh!"

Monica felt the cylinder twisting between her asscheeks, pressing past her sensitive pink shitter lips and edging into her bowels. Then another slipped in, pressing against the second. Two firecrackers jammed into her spit-slicked asshole! Monica groaned, rubbing her knees together, wondering how much damage they would cause when they finally exploded!

"Now for the best part," Jack muttered, walking around to the front.

Monica eyed two red and white cylinders left in his hand, the white wicks curling out of the top ends. They would tear her cunt apart. They would cripple her for life! Bawling in terror, Monica again twisted her body helplessly on the restraining chains, the cuffs cutting cruelly into her wrists.

"No, no, no!" she shouted.

"Oh, yeah, baby, my bitch! It's gonna happen. It's gonna happen whether you want it or not. And the way your cunt's creamin', you can't tell me you don't wanna have those damned things in you."

"No!"

In spite of her protests – or perhaps because of them – Jack jammed one firecracker into her pussy, watching her face wince with terror and pain. He twisted it around and around, sliding it through the juicy crack until it rested at the bottom junction of her cuntlips.

"The way you're juicin' I hope you won't put out the Goddamned fire."

The second one went in, harder than the first. It was a little longer, the papered sides tickling her cunt walls itchily! Monica drew her knees up slightly, letting her legs come back down when Jack slapped her thighs at that protective movement.

"Uh… ughhhhhh…" she whimpered. This time, Jack slipped the firecracker up until it was touching her clit. The woman cried out, her body shuddering at that contact. Her cunt was stewing, broiling with lust.

"Now…"

Reaching into his shirt pocket, the big stud fished out a lighter. Monica watched as sparks flew and a blue flame appeared. She trembled, her eyes widening, sweat beading on her forehead and trickling down from her stretched armpits. He was moving it toward her ass. In a second, she heard the sharp crackling sound of the small white fuses burning.

"God, oh, God, no, no, take them out! Oh, God, Jack, I'll do anything, just take them out!"

He said nothing more, moving around to the front and lighting the bottom firecracker. Monica jerked and swayed, tugging at the bonds, feeling her spine curling so much she thought it would snap in two. The woman could smell the burning wicks, could hear the fuses crackling as the sparking fires edged closer and closer to those dreadful firecrackers! The flames were teasing her flesh, pricking her cunt and asshole like thousands of tiny hot needles.

"Nooooooo!"

The dual fires were approaching now. The heat became stronger and stronger, the fires leaving small singe marks on her ass and cuntlips. Monica cringed and held her breath as she waited for the final explosions. Pulling maniacally on the chains, she caught sight of Jack smirking cruelly at her. There was nothing she could do. Tensing every muscle in her body, quivering as the heat sliced into her cunt and shitter, the terrified woman waited for the inevitable.

It came with a vengeance. The room was filled with a double explosion. First came the firecrackers stuffed in her ass. A waterfall of fire rushed into her bowels, sending the woman arching forward, her body jerking and bouncing on the chains as the explosion ripped past her asshole lips, puckered them inward, then burned her bowels. It was as if she were given an enema of lava.

"Ygaaggghghhhhhh!"

Then the firecrackers in her cunt exploded. Thousands of tiny, fiery knives sliced into her cunt as both cylinders went off. The force and agony of the blast smashed the woman back. She jerked her hips and ass, the fires and explosions scalding the woman. With another cry, Monica jerked, then fainted, her body hanging limply from the chains. But this moment would pass. Jack was not about to let her escape her fate. As the cylinders smoldered between her asscheeks and cuntlips, the man was about to splash water on Monica's face when he heard creaking above him. Someone was in the kitchen. His face turned upward, its blankness turning quickly into a knowing smirk. Yes, this would be an interesting day, better than he had thought it would be the moment Monica had crossed his threshold.

"Uhhhhh…" the blonde woman moaned.

Monica jerked her head from side to side as Jack threw water over her body. She had passed out from the double-edged pain of the exploding firecrackers. Blinking her eyes open, she felt the burning sensations in her cunt and asshole. And something else had happened, something besides the blast. Yes, she climaxed, had cum! As odd as it may have seemed, Monica realized she had reached orgasm just as those awful firecrackers went off! Her cunt muscles were sore from the tension, and her clit was still throbbing gently against her injured flesh.

It was also then that Monica realized she and Jack were no longer alone in the room. "Oh, my God! What have you done? Why have you done it?"

Arlette! She was there on some bicycle type of machine. Her hands had been roped to the handlebars. Cuffs of some sort were attached to her ankles and the pedals. She had been stripped naked, her smooth, white body sporting several red marks, indications of a recent beating.

"She came here on her own," Jack said, shrugging as he checked her bonds. Arlette couldn't look at her mother, keeping her face turned away. Tears came to Monica's eyes as she saw her perversion and the damage it had done. Yes, it had swept her daughter in with her!

"Let go of my daughter. She hasn't done anything to you," Monica pleaded, feeling shame at having had her weakness exposed to Arlette so dramatically.

Jack laughed, shaking his head and snorting.

"Man, lady, you ain't heard me. I said she came over here on her own. I've had her here once, and the little slut remembered where I was. Heard her creepin' around upstairs just after you passed out. Went up there and she said…" Jack interrupted himself with a laugh. "And she said she was so hot, she had to come here. And you know what else? Man, she saw us that night in your bedroom."

"What?"

"Yeah, baby, she saw us fuckin' around in your bed, and it turned her on. She came on to me, not the other way around!"

Monica was horrified. She turned toward her daughter, her breath coming in short pants. Arlette had finally found the courage to look her mother in the eye.

"Oh, God, Arlette, is that true?"

Tears stained the teen's face as she lowered her gaze in guilty admission. Monica thought she would die from shame.

"But it's no time to worry about shit like this, man. We gotta be movin' along. I told you I had a surprise for you, though I didn't figure on this little shit showin' up. With a few changes, I think you're gonna dig goin' through this."

Jack moved quickly, standing up on the chair again, then slowly lowering Monica to the floor. Detaching that chain from her cuffs, Jack held her up, pushing her toward the bicycle device that her daughter was strapped to.

"Stop this insanity… stop…" Monica felt weak, injured from the beating, the hanging, the exploding firecrackers in her cunt. But Jack was undaunted. Sliding first one leg, then the other over the bicycle, he positioned her onto a seat facing her daughter. "Just keep your feet there."