Paul Gable: Daughter and mother in bondage

The Rudd brothers grunted, hauling her like a sack of potatoes from the sofa to a large workbench near the front door.

"Nooo!" she screamed.

"Shut the fuckin' slut up!" Ed growled.

Anna let out another cry of agony as Brad tightened the double slip knot around her wrists. The rough hemp bit into her flesh, making her wince in pain. She looked from one man to the other, wondering how they could do something like this to her, a complete stranger! She didn't know them, and they had only seen her once or twice in the backyard.

"Help!"

"Goddamn it! I've got something that'll shut the little bitch up!"

Brad unbuckled his belt, then stripped off his jeans.

Flashing a look to one side, Anna saw him pulling off his dirty underwear, his hefty prick rolling out and nearly touching her face. She flinched, letting out another cry for help while Ed kept her pinned to the splintery rough wood under her.

"Noooo!"

Brad smiled. "Swallow this. Maybe this'll make you hot and heavy for us. Lots of girls turn into cock hounds the second they get a good taste of prick!"

Someone was pressing fingers hard against her jaw, forcing her mouth open. And then Brad was shoving his filthy, foul-smelling shorts into her mouth!

Anna gagged, closing her eyes and feeling her throat and chest tighten in disgust! The shorts were in her mouth now. Anna tried twisting around, tried jerking her head away. But both Ed and Jack kept her steady.

"Tape it down around her head. Then we'll be ready for more action," Ed suggested.

Brad moved away for a second, coming back with a roll of white masking tape. There was the ripping sound of tape being pulled from the roll. And then Anna felt the sticky substance being plastered around her skull, wrapped tightly around her face to keep those awful-tasting shorts embedded in her mouth!

"Ummmmmfffffffff!"

"Man, she's a feisty slut," Ed commented, tossing the roll of tape to the floor.

"Get her fuckin' legs. Then we can get a good tap on the little bitch and find out if she was tellin' the truth about bein' a virgin," Brad suggested, checking the ropes around her wrists, then pulling her arms back until they stretched over her head. "What you doin'?"

"Makin' sure this one gets the full effect," Ed answered, picking up a two-foot piece of half-inch line. Looping the rope around the rope binding Anna's wrists together, Ed tugged the piece back, affixing it to one strong leg of the bench.

Anna grit her teeth together, grinding them as she felt the muscles and tendons pull back and stretch from the move. The backs of her legs scraped painfully over the splintery wood as she twisted helplessly, still trying to break away from these animals.

"Ohhhh yeahhh, nice, nice…" Brad grinned.

Ed stood up from his crouching position behind her, staring down at her full thirty-four-inch tits, the hard red little flubs capping them, the gentle, sensuous swells of her belly and thighs.

Even on her back Anna's firm, round asscheeks pillowed out to either side of her hips. She was a devastatingly lovely girl, a young woman whom men looked twice at. Now she was roped in a small garage in South Pasadena, helplessly tied up while two men were going to rape her!

The spit wadded up behind the shorts, making her twist her head to one side and swallow her saliva. She knew she would drown if she weren't careful. Forcing down the terror, Anna took deep, calming breaths, wriggling her fingers to insure circulation in spite of the tight bonds.

A sharp splinter bit into her right buttock. Flinching, she shifted position, wondering for an instant just what it would be like to have a prick in her. Then she wondered what on earth she could be thinking of. The ropes and the beating must have addled her mind!

"Ohhhh, man, I've jacked off uglier broads than this one," Brad moaned, working his fingers over his rapidly stiffening cock.

"Think about it later. Come on, gimme a hand with this," Ed said.

The two men worked slowly, talking about Anna's cunt, wondering if she was a cherry. Ed looped one rope around her right knee, taking the free end and pushing it under the workbench to his brother on the other side. Brad finished the job by looping that end around her left knee, drawing the line tightly enough so that Anna wouldn't be able to close her thighs. Ed slipped more quarter-inch line around the girl's ankles, drawing them back until the balls of her feet touched her asscheeks.

"Let's finish this up and get down to business, man," Brad said, saliva flecking his lips as he took in the girl's firm, young body. Anna cringed under his gaze, feeling so dirty that she could have died!

"Okay, get more rope and we'll make sure she can't move a muscle… except those important ones," Ed added, his thick lips curling up into a smile.

Anna closed her eyes, feeling hot tears oozing out from under her long blonde lashes. They were bustling around her, sliding more ropes under the bonds fastening her ankles together. She grunted in pain as Ed tugged. Two ropes were fastened to the bonds of her feet, the free ends being pulled and tied to the bench. Anna was bound firmly, trapped, barely able to move.

"Gonna get me a little hair pie now," Brad said, pushing his brother to one side and crawling up onto the bench.

Anna jerked her head up, her eyes wide and round as she stared above the jutting mounds of her tits at the big man between her legs. A frightened cry escaped from around the choking gag as she twisted her wrists against the chafing ropes. She tensed her thigh muscles, trying to clamp her legs closed.

"Hey, wait…" Ed exclaimed.

"Come on, man," Brad retorted, slapping away his brother once more. "That's my jockeys, in her fuckin' mouth. I get firsts on this one, brother. Don't worry. There's gonna be plenty to go around on this one."

Anna trembled with revulsion, jerking her head from one side to the other while straining her muscles against the ropes until they cramped. A sickening shudder shivered through her body when she felt Brad's callused fingertips smoothing over her white, shivering flesh. He was going to touch her where no man had ever dared! Her mother had told her something about sex, and she had learned a good deal more from school. But now she was going to discover sex first hand, right there in the garage, thanks to the Rudd brothers.

"Man, go for it, then. You keep at her while I get ready," Ed said, pulling open his Levi's and shoving them down to his knees.

Anna flashed a look at the younger Rudd brother as he stepped from his jeans. He was wearing a pair of sweat-stained white jockeys.

She could see something hard and big pressing up against the front piss-flap of his shorts.

Two pricks! Two cocks ready for her cunt! Anna dropped her head to the bench with a thud, whimpering through the gagging jockstrap while strands of her blonde hair clung damply to her cheeks and forehead. Never would she have guessed that she was going to lose her virginity so brutally to these animals!

"Nice cunt… and, man, she might be gettin' hot," Brad said, passing the palm of his hand over her cuntal curls.

Anna flinched, tightening her asscheeks, feeling her smooth ass flesh rubbing over the splintery wood. Brad was teasing her, barely touching the curled tips of her pussy hairs. Anna tugged at the bonds imprisoning her wrists once again, her fingernails biting into her palms. No, this couldn't be, it just couldn't be! She couldn't feel excitement now, not when these men were about to fuck her!

"Ohhhh, man, I can feel some heat comin' outta there. Gotta find out for myself for sure," Brad said, pressing the flat of his hand gently against her cuntmound.

Anna groaned, her shoulders rubbing against the workbench top. She felt violated by that horrible touch. Why couldn't she pass out, faint rather than have to endure this degradation?