Paul Gable: Mom in a harness

Oh, it was good, too good. It was almost wrong to have it so good. One part of her wanted to stop. Monica knew what she was doing with Jack was wrong, terribly wrong. But how could she stop a flood of emotion? It was impossible.

"Like movin' around like that, huh, baby? It's kinds like jerkin' off, right?"

"Ohhhhh, fuck, fuck…"

Monica was going out of her mind. She dipped and wiggled her ass, the weight of her asscheeks adding to the sensations around her cunt. She was moving so fast that a sweat broke out on her upper lip, and that damned headboard was clattering wildly against the wall. She was feeling a kind of hot, itchy dampness under each tit, and a streak of drool oozed from the corners of her mouth. God, she was going to cum, going to cum without his prick in her!

"You're gonna back off now, baby." Monica opened her eyes just in time to see him stretching out one hand toward her. At first the woman thought he was going to touch her pussy once more, and she flashed him a dreamy, relieved smile. Then her smile faded quickly as she realized he had a cigarette in that hand. "No!"

Monica jerked back, her hair splashing over her shoulder blades while her fingers gripped the ropes holding her arms back. Her eyes widening, the woman saw the red, burning tobacco, the smoke curling up toward the ceiling as Jack held it inches from her right knee. It moved closer, the warmth reddening her flesh. Monica began to whimper, tears flooding her eyes.

"Ohhhhh!" she whined.

Arlette sucked in a ragged breath, her fingers plowing into the wet furry cunthole pulsing against her hand. He was going to burn her, going to burn her mother with that cigarette! The young teen felt her heart beating more wildly than before, and her rushing blood scorched her veins. Monica was jerking her thighs up and down now, her plump asscheeks bouncing off her feet. Jack was telling her something about how much she was going to like having that cigarette on her skin. Arlette doubted that. How could that much pain be pleasurable?

"Oh, please, please, don't, don't do this to me," Monica begged in a small voice.

Arlette let out a shivery moan when she heard her mother's strained voice. The sound of Monica's helplessness, her pleas, the way she was bound, and the way Jack was treating her somehow turned the young girl on. She moved her fingers more slowly up and down her fuzzy outer cuntlips, keeping the tips away from her clit for the moment. She had fingerfucked herself several times, but never with such a powerful sexual scene going on in front of her.

"Oh, no, no, no!"

Jack paused for a moment, the burning end of the cigarette an inch from her flesh just above her right knee. Monica peered down, horrified, her lips moving in silent prayer while her chest rose and fell mightily. She could already feel the burning tobacco, could feel her flesh singeing under the touch. And then…

"Agghghghghhhh!"

Monica thought her body would explode from the burning agony! Jack had dropped the cigarette to her flesh, leaving it there for a moment as the fire burned into her skin. There was an incredibly cold sensation for a second followed by the mind-bending feeling of fire slicking through her flesh! Monica jerked her hands wildly, the ropes cutting into her wrists. Her legs tried to straighten, those big muscles cramping as the stretched-thin pantyhose held and kept her prisoner. The blonde was thrashing as much as she could, her muscles bulging and pressing against her sweaty flesh, while her head snapped from side to side. "Noooo, oh, no, no, no!"

Monica was wild, her long blonde hair splashing over her face and throat, and her ruby-tipped tits slapped wetly together on her chest. Her nerves sang as that horrible cigarette burned into her flesh. There was the acrid aroma of her skin dissolving under that smoldering weapon.

"Ohhhhhh!"

Then he slid it up, up along one tendon, the tobacco burning the fine blonde hairs on her body. Monica whimpered, her jaw tight and drawn back while her eyelids fluttered and a pulse leaped at her throat. Staring back up at Jack, she saw he was wearing an almost amused expression, one corner of his mouth screwed up in a half-smile while his eyes twinkled. His prick was still sticking straight out, the head dark purple, juicing with precum as he pulled the cigarette up, up toward her cunt!

"Uhhhhhhh…" she growled frantically. Monica clenched her teeth together, the pain making her brain rattle with agony. Sweat coursed down the sides of her face, dampening her hair. It was as if he had dumped burning gasoline all over her body and was working it into the pores! And still, the cigarette stayed, trailing a long, red line along her flesh up toward her crotch. Monica jerked her head back, staring tearfully at the ceiling, begging God to let her faint, to lose consciousness rather than submit to this horror any longer.

"Ohhhhhh, yeah, baby, gonna make your cunt a lot warmer than it is," Jack taunted. He was humming some nondescript tune as he pulled that awful thing up closer to her pussy! She curled her fingers even more, digging the nails into her palms as the pain traveled higher and higher, up to her cunt. "No, ohhhh, no, no, no!"

He was going to burn out her pussy! He was going to ruin her, scar her for life with that awful cigarette! Monica went wild, tugging crazily at the ropes holding her arms, trying to straighten her legs once more, feeling the pantyhose cutting cruelly into her ankles. The bed rocked and squeaked madly as the woman thrashed.

"Oh, my God!" Monica gasped.

Arlette thought she was going to retch when she watched her mother moving around like that! She had never seen anyone thrash around in the same way, except maybe in horror movies or something. But this was real! This was no cinema fantasy! Her mother was going nuts, jerking and snapping her body from side to side while Jack was burning her with that cigarette. The girl could almost feel the pain, the heat as the burning white weapon inched closer and closer to Monica's cunt. She should interrupt or something, kick open the door, stop this horror. But something kept the girl from saying a word. She moved her fingers around, letting one touch the tiny bead of her clit. Another small shock cut through her thighs like the blade of a rusty knife. She took in a shuddery breath, licking her dry bottom lip. She felt wrong, terribly wrong, letting this thing happen in front of her while she was touching herself in this horrible way. But it felt so good, touching herself like this, touching herself and wondering what it would be like to be roped and branded like her mother was, threatened with that prick only inches away from her pussy!

"Mmmmmm…" she sighed.

Arlette felt her thighs ridging with tensed muscles, and her toes cramped until they hurt her terribly. She gasped in large breaths of air, following with shallow ones while her fingers steadily worked at her cunt. She could almost hear her hand as it slipped in and out of her virgin pussy. Her cunt was swollen with lust as that awful pulsing, itchy feeling grew more and more concentrated.

In front of her, the torture continued, Monica was sobbing and jerking her body around, howling as the cigarette moved closer to her cunt.

"Now, baby," the big stud hissed.

Jack changed tactics. He raised the cigarette from her inner thigh, moved it up several inches, then brought it down slowly, ever so slowly over her blonde pussy hairs.

Monica thought she was going to disgrace herself, going to piss from fright and pain when she heard the whispery crackle of her cunt hairs burning and curling back, blackened under the smoldering cigarette. And the heat! She felt it curling into her pussy, touching her clit, making that tiny sex spindle somehow more hot, more itchy. What was happening to her? Bondage was one thing. But this was sadism, simple and pure. Was she turning on to pain, enjoying the agony that was increasing her lustful pleasure? Monica shook her head violently, unable to analyze what was happening now.