Paul Gable - Daughter and mother in bondage

"Agghghhhhh."

"Open those legs, baby!" Ed demanded.

When she refused, Ed kicked them apart, bringing the yardstick down with a vicious slash that curled it around one cheek, then finally brought it down hard around her pussy. Christine let out another sharp cry of agony, snapping back her head and writhing her body like a snake over the dirty basement floor. She kicked out one leg frantically as if to rid herself of the pain. Ed changed sides and, with an equal skill, repeated the last blow. With the last beating stroke, Ed didn't touch her asscheeks at all but struck upward inside the thigh. Christine shrieked with agony, going into tremendous gyrations of pain.

"Now, you ain't gonna gimme no problem," Ed said, throwing the yardstick away with a clatter.

The rest was a sad conclusion to a terrible nightmare. Ed was on top of her the way Brad was on top of her daughter. In the background she could hear Anna's grunts, her fading cries as that animal fucked her daughter's shitter. And Ed had rolled her back on her ass, kicked her legs up and fucked her brutally. How he liked hurting her, biting her neck and shoulders, slapping her at times while pausing on an upstroke, pulling her hair until some of it tore from the roots. And whenever, she cried out, whenever Christine showed pain she felt him shuddering on top of her. Yes, Brad and Ed loved hurting people that was what they lived for!

And then the horror show was over. He had cum violently in her, his balls unloading their last into her sucking cunt. When he lumbered off the woman, zipping up his pants and tucking in his T-shirt, Christine rolled onto one side and brushed the hair from her eyes. There was Anna, raped, brutalized, her body covered with bruises and welts and dirt.

"Take your slut and go home, baby. And don't even think about tellin' our folks about what happened. It's gonna go bad for you if you do," Brad said, shaking a warning finger at Christine as she gathered her sobbing daughter in her arms.

"No, I promise, no…"

Somehow they managed to dress, ignoring the awful taunts of the Rudd brothers.

"Come back again, baby, real soon," Ed called as Christine trundled up the stairs with Anna.

"Yeah, my cock's gonna be itchin' real soon too," Brad added.

"Ohhhh, Mama; what've we done?" Anna whispered as they stepped outside.

Christine looked around. No, there were no neighbors staring at them. Thank God for high fences! She held her daughter more closely than ever, picking her way carefully through the shrubs to her own backyard.

"We'll think of something, Anna. Don't worry. They won't touch us," Christine said, feeling something stirring in her mind. No, they probably wouldn't touch them if they kept their guard up. But wasn't it true she enjoyed having this happen to her? And Anna – wasn't she feeling the same thing? It was all so confusing, so mixed up! How she had loathed those awful men! And yet she could see them now, standing over her, beating her, fucking her, and her lpving every horrible second of it! What had happened to her? What had happened to her daughter?

"Ohhh, Mama."

That would be answered later. Right now, Christine knew she and Anna had to rest, had to have time to sort things out.

"Don't worry, baby, things will be alright," she said, opening the back screen door and gently pushing Anna through the doorway to the kitchen.

Yes, things would be alright. Somehow, some way, she would make things alright. Christine said this to herself even as she turned around once again and glanced at the rooftop of the Rudd house. How odd. In spite of everything the woman found herself smiling.